Book: Hear the wind sing

All the time I just have a wicked wind over the head.
The wind changes direction.
- You really think so?
- Well, he has it ever changed!

- Have you ever been in love?
Yeah.
And face remember?
I tried to remember the faces of his three little girls. The amazing thing is distinctly remembered no, no.
"No," I said.
Weird, isn't it? I wonder why?
- Probably, it's more convenient.

The enormous size sometimes change the essence of things beyond recognition.

To talk about people that are no longer available, is always difficult.

In the world there are things we cannot change.

- Live to read no good no.
Why?
Because the dead almost all can be forgiven.

In beer what is good? It is all in the urine goes away without a trace. How badly beaten someone.

- ... in the end all die, I threw a rod.
- Yes it is of course. All gonna die someday. But before that you have another fifty years to live.
And to live fifty years of thinking is, generally speaking, much more tiring than living five thousand years thinking about nothing. Right?

Between our attempts to realize something and the actual realization is a deep abyss. No matter how long a line we may be, this depth we can't fathom.

... writing - a joyful process. It is much easier to make sense than life with all its hardships.

... is terrified at the thought of what will be left of me when I have to face death.

... honestly to tell you - bloody hard.

... while I continue to learn something new, aging is not agonizing.

We were at odds,
And I sent a letter.
Asked for forgiveness,
But it did not come.
Come back
It's back.
Inaccurate address,
The wrong destination...