Book: Someone else's heart

I think that when you kill a child, in fact, two people die. Here only the mother has long tolerated a heartbeat.

And I remembered that people tend not only not to know certain things - they also tend to believe. And faith is the only weapon in our Arsenal, able to overcome the doubt.

I knew that I loved and this love was mutual. That man is able to find hope watching how to grow weed. That the essence of human life is not where it ultimately appeared, and many details that led him there.
We all make mistakes.

My theory is that religion is not based on lies but not the truth. I think religion survives on what people need at the moment. Take the same baseball player, not parting with the "lucky" socks, or the mother of the sick baby, who believes that her baby can sleep only in her presence. Believers by definition have what they will believe.

Once, in high school, I asked my father about religions, which over time was found to be false. The Greeks and Romans, surrounded a Horde of gods, believed that pleasuring their sacrifices and prayers in the temples. Today, however, religious people twisted at the mention of paganism. How do you know I asked that in five hundred years the dominant race any aliens will not be squeamish to touch the remains of your Torah and their crucifix and wonder what were we naive? The father, usually willingly took the challenge and ready to "think it over" is as blasphemous as "it" sounded, was speechless. Finally he said, "a Religion based on lies, would not have lasted two thousand years."

The day after the bar mitzvah where the parents insisted, I read a passage from the Torah and celebrating their transition to adulthood, said that from now on I will never set foot in the synagogue. "But why?" - asked the father. "Because, I think, God damn, do I sit there every Friday. Because I don't understand why religion, which is based on prohibition, and not the instructions for the multiplication of virtue. Because I don't know what I believe."

It's funny that, even dying, man continues to struggle for power. Want to determine the manner of death, to assign an exact date. Lash yourself to anything, just to keep the illusion of control.

And life, she unceremoniously loves to RUB your nose in your errors.

Between "Yes" and "no" there lies a whole life. This is the difference between the way you walk and the one on which you did not turn. It is here that the yawning gap between who you wanted to be, and who you are. It is this space in the future you will fill with a lie, and you cheat only yourself.

Loss not to worry, you need to live.

Strange, really, when justice trust in twelve strangers.

College is a kind of protective bubble. You hit him four years to forget that behind the walls is raging the real world, while you only care about delivered on time reports, examinations and beer Championships. Instead of Newspapers you read books. Instead of news watching Letterman.

Even a dog knows when it is kicked and when it stumbled.

Religion gives hope to people who know that they can expect a sad end. That is why many people begin to pray in the prisons and hospital wards, he heard the doctor's verdict "incurable". Religion serves as a kind of blanket that you pull up to the chin to stay warm. Religion is the promise that when this is all over, you will not die alone. But with the same success it can douse you in iced cold, if that's what you believe, will become more important than the fact that you believe in.