Book: Southern mail

I - crack in the armor, I'm the loophole in the prison. I am a mistake in the calculation: I - life.

And the main thing is detachment. He would have rejoiced her greed for things. Her tears over things, her addiction to him; he would be happy if she was demanding as a hungry child. Then, despite his poverty, he would be able to satisfy her hunger. But he was on his knees with empty hands in front of the child who did not ask anything.

He's lying, suffering is almost a friend.

To wander is primarily to change the body.

If I can find the formula here. which will Express my thoughts I get close, she will become my truth.

To live, you have to rely on a durable reality.

These tears from suddenly perepolyusovka heart, they are more precious than diamonds and those who drink them, will become immortal.

There's nothing more fragile than hope.

Gossamer my friendship more than you did not hold: the careless shepherd, I must have fallen asleep.

Desert in the moonlight, and nothing, nothing is around! What he is guarding in this post? Except that star. Except that the moon...
- You under the stars, Sergeant?