Book: Merciful

The so-called easy virtue... in fact, only a mask behind which there is a painful act of renunciation: renunciation of love...

... and wild flights of the spirit, peculiar to the writer, gave him the kind of lyrical flair that capture the unique fragrance of death, and, in the end, a flight of gulls, as well as lake currents, in General, otherwise it could not be; ... complaining about the unbearable burden of his mind and ruthless deductive-inductive talent, a special poetic sensibility; and only why can't he be like all men, a little less complex, a little more - how shall I say, not to offend anyone? simple. But what can you do? It's his nature, can only come to terms and accept it as it is.

The rules are an artificial invention and are meant to tame nature, but when the latter rebels against their own laws, they suddenly become powerless.

Beauty is no more than the outer shell of horror, and she inevitably needs the death: the most beautiful flower is rooted in the fetid rot.

In the world, like wealth, has accumulated a certain amount of beauty that, like everything else, is distributed unfairly.

The devil chooses souls that wants to buy, and never pay attention to what she humbly puts herself for sale.