Book: Smoke and mirrors

Confused we look at our world with a sense of unease and anxiety. We consider ourselves to be scientists trapped in the rituals of single people, not on their own caught in a trap of the universe. The truth is much simpler: the bottom, in the darkness of the earth, there are forces that want to harm us.

They hardly talked at all, except that were petty and empty skirmishes, as happens to people who are afraid of major fights, knowing what to say to them was only the fact that too large, that being said, will destroy both their lives.

She missed him so, that it seemed in the chest with her pierce something sharp, say, number or an icicle created from cold, loneliness and the consciousness that in this world she would never see him again.

... there is no place to be alone, however, if there is such a place where well be alone, I haven't found it.

Sometimes it seemed to him, he does not live in that world that everyone else.

Sometimes doing something regret, but nothing can fix. The times are changing. You closed the door. Do you live on. You know?

I will think about the snowflake on her cheek.
Think about the hair, black as coal, about the lips, red as blood, about the skin, as white as snow.

Smooth and dark was her voice as Irish coffee.

Richard was young and in his own naive, and it seemed to him that writers need to trust, and stories should not be second bottom.

My whole world was salty to the taste, and I thought
I am eternal,
I'll live
rapidly cleaving the waves towards the wind,
and the sun will Shine in my back and I'll fly
wave
anyone can't follow me,
this was my life.

Some time Belinda stared into the fire, thinking about what happened in her life, and what denied, and that is worse to love someone who is no longer, or not to love someone who is.

We writers constantly ask the question: "Where do you get your ideas?"
The answer is this: of all at once. Things find each other. And suddenly, when connect to the correct components, it turns out - Abracadabra!

"Do not take the trouble and explain to us what Love is," he told me.
He hesitantly looked around.
"It is the sense of desire and deep affection towards another being, often mixed with passion and desire, the need to be together all the time. - He spoke dryly, didactically, as if to prove a mathematical formula. - The feeling that we experience to Name, to our Creator... among other things, is Love. Love is the impulse that can equally inspire and to destroy. We... - He paused and continued: - We are very proud of that."

Courage is lovely
Courage is beautiful
But it kills us.