Book: The pace of chaos

I want to believe that she was right, and at the same time I want to say that she's wrong. So I did not say anything.

Innocent people do not happen.

Once in the early morning, at sunrise,
The song I heard from the valley:
Don't leave me, don't leave me...

People are afraid of the unknown.

If you have a heart, it breaks, and if your heart is already broken, it heals.

More than anything, I regret that I didn't die and fell to the bottom of a black hole, nowhere, where no one would blame me for the stupidity and futility, where I could just disappear and no more nothing to worry about.

The thoughts of a man has nothing to say about the man.

His absence is so huge that it seems to be present.

War is a monster. War is the devil. She is born and grows, grows, grows... And normal people turn into monsters.

If someone else's misfortune does not concern you directly, it's easier not to think.

The world is a dangerous place, if you know too little.

You will always be alone, until the very end.

Never be sure one hundred percent.

If I has not an endless fountain of thoughts and feelings, it does not mean that I don't have them!