Book: Mother Darkness

No young man in the world is not so perfect, to not need unconditional love. Oh, my God! Young people participate in political tragedies, when at stake is billions, but the only treasure they seek is unconditional love.

On reflection, I see one simple moral of the story: if you are dead - you are dead.
And another moral is revealed to me now: make love when you can. It would do you good.

No matter how much was said about the sweetness of blind faith, I think that it is horrible and disgusting.

Life is divided into phases. They are very different from each other, and you need to understand what is required from you in each phase. This is the secret of successful life.

What is evil? This is a big part of each of us that wants to hate without limit, to hate with God's blessings. This is the part of each of us that finds any ugliness so attractive. This is the part of idiot who gladly humiliate, hurt, and waged wars.

- Want to know what's wrong with the world, he said. - Chemistry - that's what the dog is buried.

- You no longer believe that love is the only thing worth living for?
- No.
- Then tell me what is worth living at all? she said imploringly. - If not for love, then for what? For all of that. - She gestures around to the wretched furnished room, even more having strengthened my own sense that the world is a junk shop. - Do I have to live for the sake of this chair, this painting, for the sake of this chimney, this bed, this crack in the wall? Were I to live for that and I will! she cried.

Have a terrible secret to confess his fault. Everything I see, hear, feel, taste, smell - to me really. I'm so gullible toy of the sensations, for me there is nothing unreal. This credulity, tough as armor, persisted even when I was beaten on the head, or I was drunk, or was embroiled in strange adventures, which should not be spread, or even under the influence of cocaine.

Man, I think, in General, an infantry animal.

The new York "times" wrote that tolerate and even defend this shit like me - the paradoxical inevitability of a truly free society.

I doubt that the world ever existed a society in which there would be strong young men, eager to experiment with homicide, if it does not entail severe punishment.

I was hoping that as a columnist I'm just funny, but in this cruel world where so many people lack a sense of humor, gloomy, unable to think and so eager to blindly believe and to hate, not easy to be funny.

World war change people, otherwise, what are they?

- First it was armistice Day. Now veterans Day.
- Did it upset you? she asked.
Is so damn cheap, so damn typical American, ' I said. - Previously, it was a day of remembrance of the victims of the first world war, but live could not resist, so as not to hog him, trying to ascribe the glory of the dead. So typical, so typical. Once in this country there is something decent, its torn to shreds and thrown to the crowd.
You hate America, right?
Is as foolish as to love her, ' I said. - I can not feel any feelings towards her, because the property does not interest me.