Book: Open book

In life when something bad happens, you only need to explain the cause - and on a shower it becomes easier.

No, just tired of these brutes, which prevent to live and work! Tired of careerists, informers, hypocrites! And you know who to blame for the fact that they command us? We! We are too polite, we go around slippery places, we are afraid to tell the truth. We tolerate and teach others to endure, while they act decisively and skillfully!

... Not all people can love, because love is a talent, like art or science.

Not too many people in the world, without which, though you can, but don't really want to live.

The truth is hard to prove precisely because it does not require proof.

All people as people. One I like a dog.

It is very good that you broke up with the father, Tanya. This is the kind of guy it's hard not to regret, and yet regret it - a crime!

To think - it is hard to investigate the subject, to approach it and with the other hand, to collect all the arguments in favor of one or another opinion about it, eliminate objections, to recognize the gaps where they are, and to prove that they are not where to find others.

In the end, proved that love is as dependent on a rush of blood to the medulla. And I, for example, it is not clear why this fact taking place in the body of my elder brother, the whole house needs to turn upside down.

And all this just a prolonged period as a prolonged sleepless night. But the night never passes on the night. The night ends and the morning comes...

Then I realized: she had no one - no friends, no acquaintances. She was alone as is alone man in the desert, sprawled around for thousands of miles...