Обнаженный

Любовь и ненависть являются двумя концами одной и той же нити.

But inside me wild joy surges. I want to punch the air.

‘One day,’ I tell her, ‘I will wake up and this sickness will be gone. Until then… You owe me forty-two days, Lana.’

A marriage of convenience only works when both parties exhibit similar detachment.

‘I am like the drug addict who knows his drug is poison. He despises it, but he cannot help himself. So that we are totally clear — I detest myself. I am ashamed of my need for you.’

I made the classic mistake. I fell in love with an illusion of purity.

One of us is going to get hurt this time, and it will not be me.

How thin she has become. Starving-African-children thin. Nobody should be that thin.

I hate that woman, that is as obvious as hell to me, but it is also as clear as day that I cannot let her go.

But it is absolutely true what the philosophers say: love and hate are just two ends of the same string. You love someone, they lie to you, and you love them less; then they cheat on you, and you love them even less, and you keep going down that string until you hate them.