Book: Death with interruptions

... to talk to you - that wander through the maze, deprived of the outlet.

First loss hurts the most.

Everything in life is temporary, shaky and unstable, everything is unstoppable, and the gods, and the people that it had already ended, that is - that is not forever...

Anxiety can be a signal, which gives us prudence. - Prudence is able only to delay the inevitable, but sooner or later it will give up.

Hopes destined, if not to come true, now make your own.

In everyone's life there are moments of weakness, and if we did without them today, then tomorrow will get them no doubt.

Words labels, glued to things, not the things and phenomena, and you don't know what they really are and even how truly they are called, because the names you give them, no more than the names you give to them.

That's how life is: one hand gives, and then, in his hour - with the other hand take away everything.

But life is so arranged that with those who laugh, there will always be found those who weep, and, as will be clear from the following, the reason for the laughter and the tears - one and the same.

He fell asleep and woke up, and when awakened, each time striving idea that needs to catch up and grab a dream, don't let insomnia to sprawl beside, on the free side of the bed.

With words in General you should keep your eyes open: they are changeable not worse people.

It is not something that was crawling, he was alive, grievously wounded.

Death itself unassisted kills much less than a man.