Book: Diary of an addict

The British Empire owes its existence to this spirit. Our young people came to India and different places, and stepped over everyone just because they were too ignorant to realize all the difficulties awaiting them in this way. They were taught that if you have healthy veins in the blood (and in schools and universities, brought to automatism, the idea that you are Lord of creation and can not be wrong, and should not even notice the losses), then everything will be fine. And now we lose the Empire, because they were "struck pale infirmity of meditation". Intellectuals brought us to the provisions of the "miserable cats of the old sayings". The spirit of hamlet took the place of the spirit of Macbeth. And Macbeth just because he died, that Macduff took his courage in his interpretation of what he said witch. And Coriolanus failed only because had to stop and think. As the poet said: "Love the knowledge of the means to hate life."

Take Finance! Fraud has become a kind fine art and widely practiced in ways that would be useless if there were no laws established to protect the public.

Passions of the underworld find the only way out in a noisy frenzy of bestiality.

You can't count on the brain, where they are not and never were.

Get on top and stay on it and shoot anyone else who dares to climb!

Deep breath! And light full! And the brain flies to hell!

But why dwell on the painful past? Of course you don't become strong in one minute. Take for example the eagle. Who is he stays in the egg? Nothing, just an egg with possibilities. And you are waiting to see what hatched from the egg it is the first day flies to Neptune and back. Don't wait!

My real first impression was so strong psychological experience that to describe it simply no adequate words.

It seems that great people like to be surrounded by freaks. I guess by the same token, the kings of old kept to themselves for the fun of clowns and midgets. "Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and the third is being imposed". Whatever it was, his burden will usually be too heavy for their shoulders.

In fact, I often came up with the idea that there is no "I" in General, no; we - ordinary means of expression of something else; and believing that we belong to ourselves, are simply victims of profound confusion.

Well, as long as we're allowed to eat, breathe, and move his feet, not going to happen, we had a race of righteous men.

Smile demon my brain tear.
In cognac, love and cocaine me McNee.

Love the knowledge means to hate life.

In our minds there is something that prevents you from thinking about what you lack.