I Will Never Be Yours, And You

I Talk To My Readers On Social Networking Sites, But I Never Tell Them What The Book Is About. Writing Is Lonely, So From Time To Time I Talk To Them On The Internet. It's Like Chatting At A Bar Without Leaving Your Office. I Talk With Them About A Lot Of Things Other Than My Books.

Hatred. Something Almost As Physical As Walls, Pianos, Or Nurses. She Could Almost Touch The Destructive Energy Leaking Out Of Her Body. She Allowed The Feeling To Emerge, Regardless Of Whether It Was Good Or Bad; She Was Sick Of Self-control, Of Masks, Of Appropriate Behavior. Veronika Wanted To Spend Her Remaining Two Or Three Days Of Life Behaving As Inappropriately As She Could.

I've Always Been A Very Restless Person. I Work Hard, Spend Too Much Time Looking After My Son, I Dance Like A Mad Thing, I Learned Calligraphy. I Go To Courses On Selling, I Read One Book After Another. But That's All A Way Of Avoiding Those Moments When Nothing Is Happening, Because Those Blank Spaces Give Me A Feeling Of Absolute Emptiness, In Which Not A Single Crumb Of Love Exists.

This Was The Kiss I Had Waited For So Long - A Kiss Born By The River Of Our Childhood, When We Didn't Yet Know What Love Meant. A Kiss That Had Been Suspended In The Air As We Grew, That Had Traveled In The World In The Sovenier Of A Medal, And That Had Remained Hidden Behind Piles Of Books. A Kiss That Had Been Lost And Now Was Found. In The Moment Of That Kiss Were Years Of Searching, Disillusionment And Impossible Dreams.

A Man Only Has A Soul To Be Won Or Lost.