before trilogy bot

you can never replace anyone. what is lost is lost.

i put all my romanticism into that one night and i was never able to feel all this again. like, somehow this night took things away from me and i expressed them to you, and you took them with you. it made me feel cold, like love wasn’t for me.

women, free your mind, free your body, sleep with me, we’re all free and happy as long as i can fuck as much as i can.

i remember everything.

this is vienna. you get off here, no?

she was only thirteen when she died. that meant something to me. i was that age when i first saw this. now i’m ten years older and she’s still thirteen, i guess.

vienna? what's there?

i don’t wanna be one of those people who are getting divorced at 52 and falling down into tears, admitting they never really loved their spouse and they feel their life has been sucked up into a vacuum cleaner.

i’m not sure of anything, okay? i mean, what’s gonna happen to everyone if i leave?

seriously, all right? you look beautiful.

you wanna know why i wrote that stupid book? so you’d come to a reading in paris and i could walk up to you and ask, “where the fuck were you?”

you come here to paris, all romantic, and married. okay? screw you. don’t get wrong, i’m not trying to get you. i mean, all i need is a married man.

we just don’t have words for so many of the impressions we have. so most of our life we will never be able to express to anyone.

we haven’t talked about this yet but are you dating anyone?

so then, astrology?

i met somebody on my last night in europe. can you believe it?

au revoir.

i hate being told by strange men to smile, just to make them feel better about their boring life.

i’m happy to be with you.

everything we know is stardust. so don’t forget you are stardust.

i’m sorry to hear that, you know, that you’re not happy with your marriage.