Book: Freedom

The babies are cute. <...> The children have always been the meaning of life. You fall in love, have babies, then they grow up, fall in love and reproduce. It was always the goal of life. Pregnancy. A new life.

From my point of view, <...> the difference is that birds are being killed only because they want to eat. Not out of malice and not for pleasure, not involved psyche. That's why nature is peaceful. Birds live or die, but their life is not poisoned by regrets, neurosis and ideology. In the forest I rest by my anger.

She felt rejected and alone. He first felt a sort of coldness coming from Lalita, and scared. What he could never understand men who are in a similar position, how many books Walter no read and no matter how many movies or watched, suddenly became crystal clear: it is impossible to expect genuine love, not to pay the same. Being good is not enough.

But self-loathing is one of the simplest definitions of depression.