Book: Street of despair

It was one of the most sensible of my actions in my life. Or rather, the only case where I did absolutely reasonable. Only as foolish.

I'm not a man of the crowd, herd behavior is totally alien to me, I can't even understand it. I never felt part of the human mass, even at football matches. Neither one of mass spectacle, whether it be a concert, a movie, sports game or anything else, I'm not given fully what is happening. Some part of my mind keeps aloof, watching others, interested in their reaction, not what they react.

I wanted to like it, and not to be loved. With love to be trifled with. Love hurts people, love kills.

How would say in the morning, one of my friends, more I will not drink. And less will not.

Jesus Christ how many I've seen kids dressed exactly exactly the same while claiming that they are to "be different", "not to be as all".

Deep down I have always been exactly care what they think about me, but at the same time this makes me very worried.

If you do not know what to do, very useful to throw a coin firmly while deciding that she will say, so be it.
With this method, you can precisely find out what you really want is, of course, if the coin goes against the desire.

There are times when you can't act responsibly, are unable to act like an adult, reasonable person, you just have to do what you sbrendil.

Everything that happens to me, is like the right amount of time - at the time, but later... Oh, my God, where did it all go? Sometimes look back and think: did I really go through all this? And other times you think: is that all? Is this all I had to do?
We are never satisfied. We don't even know what that word means.

The laugh was the bitter realization that life does not adhere to the rules of fair fighting and did not disdain to kick the fallen - not out of malice, but simply to not forget to watch the show, and with that laugh, like an ax head, came the revelation that there is no real border between tragedy and Comedy, that's just labels that we put on our control the consequences of our participation in the universal dance macabre, different points of view on the same - different for different people, for different ages, and just for looking different moods...

Even if I could not be beautiful - I could produce beauty.

The feeling that I... No, not old, but events are rushing with ever increasing speed, most likely, I just no longer feel young.

Money does not happen much. The one who doesn't know where to put them, not too much money, and a little imagination.

The best in the history of the time when you were young enough not to lose enthusiasm could still feel that here the wave breaks on you and your generation, now seen for the umpteenth time rolls another tree and begin again all the same foam the fun of it, surfing continues.