He studied her tastes and reactions - in food, sex, or music - as if he were drawing a map of the continent that he had just discovered.
He was a true danger incarnate. He was one of those men that the mothers advised their daughters to stay away from.
Happiness is only for those who have never experienced pleasure. There is an eternal war between these two gods, and the first one is only winning until the second one shows up. And when it shows up from around the corner, with bared shoulders and lips swollen from all the kissing, happiness is being put aside like a book that' open in the middle, to finish it later when it rains and there's nothing else to do.
Happiness is only for those who have never experienced pleasure.
What was she - a fool?! It was obvious that men like Maxim Korshun would always be separated from girls like Arina with a silk ribbon. Their place was on the red carpet. Arina's place was at her vet clinic, with her cats.
True art must hurt. Who said that?
He seemed to be playing hide and seek with himself. It was impossible to understand what he wanted, why he ran after her there, in the street.
Do I care about pleasure? Yes. But I don't believe in happiness.
You are one of those rare women who look beautiful when they cry.
I've already let you go twice. I'm not going to do it the third time. You know that, right?
She wanted to love him so much that it was almost unbearable.
