Book: The light and the dark

In the morning when you do not want to get up and live to smile. And again to smile. And again.

So many atrocities all around, so much cruelty and so happy that at least these two people living tenderness.

In each complex, the inexplicable is something simple.

And I don't need anything porcelain. Want everything alive, here and now. You, your warmth, your voice, your body, your smell.

I said to myself that you will not go. And ran the next day.

Here is the threshold of pain. The person loses consciousness, not to die. But there is a threshold of grief suddenly stops hurting. Don't feel anything. Nothing at all.

When people together - no matter where their body.

You cannot postpone happiness for the future, you need to be happy right now.

Do not reach only those letters which are not written.

Loneliness is when you have all kind of there, not to be alone, but really nothing.

After all, a sign of something. Everything has meaning and says something.

Children - no substitute for love.

And peace is not a dream, and I'm not an illusion. I exist, and want to make him happy.

At some point comes the understanding that if what you experienced can be conveyed by words, it means that you haven't experienced.