Book: Time's arrow or the Nature of the crime

Life, generally speaking, not raspberry. Here and drops, and marking time. Somewhere you find, somewhere you lose it. On average equated.

Humor, in the end, helps to stay on his feet, even when the head falls the fuck knows what.

Not all life to live with dignity.

I think you need to have great courage or something else to invade the other, inside the other people. We all think that the people around live in fortresses, in the citadel, outside the city moats, behind sheer walls studded with spikes and broken glass. But in fact we live in a much more stunted buildings. It turns out that we are all makeshift. Or even not, you can just stick her head in the tent and then get. If you give good.

I wondered what in the world will be meaningful. But it does not appear. And will not appear. Never.

Here it is, like combat hours. Naked female perspective.

She calls me and says come over, nobody's home. I come, then, and present - nobody's home.

Suicide is not a choice, right. Not in this world. Since you are here, since come on Board, to go you can't. You can't get out.

Do not look for violence in the old and infirm. The cruelty of bright eyes and pink tongue...

In my opinion, work an eight-hour panic attack.

The dead bodies are their own, a dead language. He says nothing.