Book: One thousand nine hundred twenty two

Rats got to her so? Perhaps, in the end, the rats and bugs don't get to all of us? Sooner or later the strong coffin does not stand up and admit the life to pokorylas to death. How the world works, and what does it matter? After the heart stops and the brain is suffocating our souls or going somewhere, or just disappear. In any case we do not feel like someone is eating our flesh or eats something from the bones.

Is there a hell or we create it for ourselves on earth?

I want to shout to him across the chasm of the past years... but time can overcome only the voices of the dead.

My girl has a bun in the oven, and I guess you know who the hell the Baker.

... wife, who, in dealing with any problems says: Dear, as you say, so be it... Women, please, be my wife don't have to fear that her last breath will come out through a slit throat...

If God rewards us for good deeds, then maybe Satan rewards bad.

You think you've seen the worst in his life, the very thing that brings all your nightmares to the incredible horror that exists in reality and comfort you only one thing - the worst is already there can be nothing. And if they can, then the mind will not stand and you do not know. But the worst happens, and the mind can withstand, and you continue to live. You understand that all the joy is gone from your life that what you have deprived you of all hope that you would be better off dead... but you continue to live. Understand what in the hell created by their own hands, but still live and live. Because the other is not given.

It is believed that the loving eyes are blind, but it is an axiom of fools. Sometimes they see too much.

A terrible secret - a heavy burden. And the desire to share them - the natural desire, which can only be in this world.

That night I learned something that for most people remains unknown: murder is sin, murder is condemning souls to eternal punishment, but the murder of more work.

For killed the moment of death is defined not by God but by man. Banish them from this world before they have time to atone for the sins, so God forgives them... it Turns out that each killer opens someone the gate of Paradise.

Between youth and adulthood are the years of confusion: those who experience them, thrown from side to side, twirls, like a weather vane.

The appearance of the woman is the honey that lures men into a hive full of stinging bees.

I believe that each lives by someone else. A Crafty Person. Why? Because we are no different from the dolls. In me is a cunning Man, and Hoping.