Book: Collector

I grew up among people accustomed to hiding their feelings. And he was all out. Naked. Trembling with anger.

Once upon a time in the Russian language there was a capacious and tragic definition: loveless - unable to love, not knowing love.

It's like I kindled a fire in the dark to warm both of us. And this fire only illuminated his true appearance.

If the elbows have not worked, will not achieve anything.

... while most do not become sufficiently educated to get rid of the false notion of inferiority and minority, from equally erroneous idea that biological superiority is the norm of existence, and not the norm of responsibility than it really is, we will never have to live in a more just and happy world.

All my life I needed a woman. And all my life they didn't bring me but grief. And most of all - those whom I had the most to say, purest and most noble feelings.

Know, what me frightens you? You have something what you do not even suspect. Don't know what it is in you.

Avoid torrent. Not ranting on pre-prepared topics, tell it not sucked on in advance of ideas to impress the audience.

I know there is in me what I need girls, guys like Cracle I seem rude in the extreme, and the girls stick to such as flies. To see some of us in the town Hall, as they have Cracle cooing, and vomiting tablets you don't swallow it. And I have this gross, bestial, and that they are attracted, no. And it was not from birth. (And well, if the world was more like me, I'm sure the world would be better.)

To look at it for me well anyway as for the butterfly hunt, as a rare instance to catch.

I wanted so much to see - I'm offended. It is impossible to look hurt on the phone.

Do not try to look same adult as we are. This is ridiculous. You're like a child who stretches to look over a high fence.

Two in the wilderness trying to find not only each other, but an oasis, where they can be together.

I would not be able to heal him. Because of his illness - I.