Book: Secret window, secret garden

His head became increasingly empty as he came closer. The rage and fear are gone. Mort was cold and tired and longing for the family life he had left behind and which he now began to feel he had never had.

I hear words, but talking is not proof.

Urination and mental emission have much in common. Both can be put off for a long time... but not indefinitely.

Mort didn't believe that people - even if they try to be radically honest with ourselves - are able to understand that some part of their life coming to an end. Even when it's obviously not as ABC, but as a one off single, people still continue to believe that it is still possible to return. Losing something dear, something essential to them, people are willing to deceive ourselves, ready to believe that life is ruled by the same laws as with the development of the plot in the TV series, and that is enough to make one more effort and all will return into place. "Without this capacity for self-deception, human civilization would have been even crazier", they used to put mort Rainey.
But sometimes the truth breaks through all barriers, and if thinking about your future, you avoided the truth, the result will be devastating: it washes over you like waves of the tide that swept away erected on their way to the dam and spread in chips your sanctuary.

I am one of those people who believe that life consists of repetitive cycles - the wheel in the wheel, some clinging to others, some rotate by themselves, but each of them performs some permanent, inherent movement. I like this abstract image, comparing our lives with the work of some ingenious mechanism. Maybe because real life is very near and dear to everyone, seems so messy and strange.

They knew each other. Isn't that why people live together for many years? And isn't that why is so painful when it turns out that it's not just a can end, and that it has ended?

However, mort liked this weather - it seemed that the wind gets him in the head and sweeps the dust from the most secret and long-forgotten corners.

Smart is not necessarily honest. More often the opposite.

When you have a story idea, nobody gives you under her mortgage. The emergence of the idea can not be traced. Is it possible to get a mortgage that you cannot see, touch, smell?

- Why should I? Time I know without them.
Really?
- Of course. We are in the present, and this is important!

Neither this August, nor this September - this year you can do anything. But the time will come. It always comes. Sooner or later you're gonna stick something in your big old mouth. Booze, cigarettes, maybe a gun barrel. Neither this August, nor this September...

Mort knew the old saying about how, if four hundred monkeys will be four million years of pounding on four hundred typewriters, one of them will print the complete works of Shakespeare.

He could feel his muscles covers the tension, but he knew that he was afraid was not the Shooter; he was afraid of what upstairs you won't find anyone.

The half loser is better than none, right, Mr Shooter?