“Mówię coś.
Wolałbym, żeby samo się mówiło. Żeby samo się grało.
Żeby samo się zaczęło. Żeby samo się skończyło.
Mówię coś, ale w głowie mam stare numery telefonów, nieaktualne adresy, mnóstwo BARDZO
wulgarnych wyrazów.”
“You always hated it when I asked that question. It's a tricky question you used to say. That it's an illusion to pretend that we can bridge the gap between your thoughts and mine. For you, every person is like a planet. And two different planets can never become one. Two people together will always be: one plus one. I preffered to think of us as bubbles. Because when they touch, they merge into one another. Like people make love. But now I know what you meant. Two people together will always be one plus one.”