Book: To leave, to return

It is strange that newspapers are always more interested in executioners than heroes. Looks like the scent of shit sells better than the scent of roses.

- There is no half-truth?
- That's the thing. There is a truth that cannot be thrown out immediately.

I have a drawback: I don't believe in good news.

Over the course of my long career, I realized that if we exclude the antics of unbalanced people, then there are only two types of murder: for the purpose of profit or under the influence of passion.

The history of nations touches readers only when it is associated with people of flesh and blood, with whom one can identify. Without this, even the most detailed reports, even the most nightmarish horrors remain only chains of events and dates.

Over and over again, the same question arises: how does the authorities manage to turn normal people into shoulder masters, how can a father of a family return home, kiss his wife and children after tormenting and killing other women and children all day?

It was time to understand that jokes are bad with the course of events. There is an order in life that is not easy to break.

Over the years of journalism, he learned not to trust anyone.

When shit hits the fan, everything turns into shit.

He is still young, and although some moments of his life seem unbearable to him, over time they will turn into just unpleasant memories.

Lawless Heart. but you still have a head, so use it!

There are flawless crimes: even the best cops admit to you at the end of their careers that each of them has a heavy load of unsolved cases on their conscience.

In a city where every minute counts, where everyone's nerves are stretched like ropes, you have to hurry; here they run to keep fit, to erase the traces of yesterday's excesses, not to allow the stress of the coming day to come to them.

... she did gymnastics in the living room.
- Are you asleep? he asked, removing his jacket.
- Sure do, just sitting on the floor and up his legs.