Book: The concert "Memory of an angel"

And do not believe that this swamp reptile capable of experiencing sincere feelings; but it is true in cow shit too, the flowers grow.

In anticipation of death converge three different fear - you do not know the day when I die, the cause of which die, and, finally, death itself is unknown.

We don't change, we become deeper.

When you're at sea, you're aware of is the sky, more varied, richer and more changeable than a wave; capricious, like a woman. All the sailors are in love with clouds.

On the ground after a hot summer was in bloom autumn: the trees were covered with colored hat, dressed in yellow and orange. The leaves were die majestically, like a bright color in the last moments of his life he thanked the sun and paid tribute to him for his splendor.

What kind of feeling does not bear in itself its opposite, as the fabric inside out? What kind of love free from hate? Caressing a hand a minute later clutching his dagger. What a singular passion does not know rage? Not are we able to kill in the delight of intercourse, through which is passed a life? Our feelings are changeable, but the dualistic, black or white, depending on the angle of view, stretched between contradictions, swaying, shimmering as capable of bad and good.

Can we change? And most importantly, are we voluntarily?

Simplism - lack of understanding of the difficulties.
Simplicity - the ability to resolve complexity.

To think is to take the complexity, however, the polemicists don't think, since they bring all the complexity to the two opposites.

When will conspires with the mind, man becomes a beast with which to communicate.

Often I think we are all murderers. A large part of humanity, one that owns a consists of murderers imaginary; the smaller part - of the killers true.

Willpower.
Without it, we all give in to the bouts of violence. Who, suddenly overcome with anger, fear, rage, desire, even one instant, to hit and maybe even kill another?

I believe that the art of the writer, like the artist, is the ability to choose: to set the right framework to determine the most profitable to describe the moment, to be able to say much to small.

That is the main, the innermost essence of human existence - to live with more questions than answers.