Whatever Works

door Vulpius

He’s starting to grow on me, die Woody Allen:

Boris Yellnikoff: I’m dying! I-I’m dying!
Jessica: Should I call an ambulance?
Boris Yellnikoff: No, not now! No, not tonight, I mean eventually!

Boris Yellnikoff: Love, despite what they tell you, does not conquer all, nor does it even usually last. In the end the romantic aspirations of our youth are reduced to, whatever works.

Boris Yellnikoff: Yes, my life is circumscribed, but I manage to avoid stress. I’ve achieved a delicate balance, and as long as I can maintain it, I feel less inclined to ending it.