Цитаты из книги Silny wstrząs

I love myself, I hate myself. It adds up to zero.

In hindsight it would seem as if all she ever did in life was lay foundations for future towers of shame and self-hatred.

Louis didn't know himself which way he wanted things, whether it was better to have a sad and twisted girlfriend who needed him so much that he could say whatever he wanted to her, or to be involved with a real woman who could attract other men and fill him with anxiety and forget him.

There's a loneliness you can catch like a disease and not get rid of.

A person accustoms himself to what he is, after all, and if he's lucky he learns to hold in somewhat lower esteem all other ways of being, so as not to spend life envying them.