Book: The journey of Amateurs

We lived for today, not waiting for the future nothing but petty mischief.

"Tomorrow" - what a malicious concept, and crowded void! How much hope it gives birth to the human race, does not result endowing.

We do not live, but only hope to live.

States are dying, because they do not know how to distinguish good people from bad.

What a strange thing: total Eclipse, if infinitely long fall into the dark well and feel close to sepulchral damp stone walls, but you know, I'm sure hitting them is impossible, and there is no bottom, and is painless, safe fall forever, and the breathtaking, eerie and joyful.

I wanted to cry just like a child, curled up, unwise to sob, to wail, to whine, even without the hope that someone will snuggle up with a warm palm.

If I had two lives, would one devote to vain regrets and grief. But she was alone.

The best times are those times that may come, but for some reason never come.