Book: Enemies of the faithful. Page 4

- And I'm about an hour talking about?!
- I just don't like to listen to the inner voice in your performance.

From such wolves and to run not ashamed...

The enemy betrayed once will betray the other.

Given that in the darkness all men, like cats, sulphur, focus is not on appearance and smell.
- And what should it be?
- Native. Loved. To after to nuzzle, hug and sleep... and not squeamish to run to the tub of water.

... because only people put love conditions.

death remains death, even if you call it reincarnation with memory loss. And attractive this does not seem.

... sometimes I feel like I'm climbing a cliff. Frantically clinging to a little conspicuous pits, with blood on my hands, the whole body pressed against cold stone, and me - grey indifferent sky and a piercing scream soaring above the abyss of the hawk.
And if I for a moment to relax, feeling under the feet broad, and seemingly reliable bench, as he suddenly cracks and smaller chips, dropping into the abyss, leaving me generally without any support.
Good luck. Friendship. Love. Debt.
Granite stones rattling down the slope.
Nothing is durable. Nothing eternal.
And better rock climbing with claws, ruthlessly planting them whenever you gap.
And never look back.
They are still not back. And I will not return...

We women used to pay off the pain. for the formation of the girl, woman, mother... And if you agree with this price, then consider it a worthy product.

three stages of men's repentance, "serves her right, bitch!", "probably hands still dismiss should not have", "to hell with it, I apologize. let him choke!"

good day today
- we learn only in the evening

It is not true that from love to hatred one step. There are far more intimate things: indifference, bitterness, emptiness.

so if I somehow how feel sorry for myself

don't be silly!
- if I did not say you would surely have made

I'm not a pessimist. I'm cold, tired, hungry optimist.