Book: Other voices, other rooms

After all, youth is not too human, where: the young do not believe that die... the more I can't believe that death comes, and often not in a natural way.

Happiness, it seems, was that he was not unhappy.

The world is a scary place - Yes, he knew it, not trusted: what's in it forever? Or at least seems so? The rock disappears, the rivers freeze, the Apple rots from the knife the blood flows equally from black and white; scientist a parrot will tell more truth than most people; and who is more lonely, a hawk or the worm? The flower will blossom and shrivel, will pougnet as greens, over which he climbed and the old man is like old maid, while his wife grows a mustache; moment by moment, with the change change, as cradles in a Ferris wheel. Grass and love are just greener; but remember Little three-eyes? You care for her with love, and apples sing gold; love conquers Snow Queen with her name know whether Rumplestiltskin or just Joel Knox: that's what constantly.

Love is tenderness, and tenderness, contrary to popular belief, not pity; and still fewer know that happiness in love is not the concentration of all senses on the subject; like many things, and favorite is to be all their symbol...

More than anything, we want to be hugged... and said... that all.... everything will be fine.

The way to happiness is not always paved.

But generally we are alone, darling child, terribly cut off from each other; so fierce ridicule of the world that we can not Express and show our tenderness; for us death is stronger than life, it carries like the wind in the darkness, our lament, a parody pretending to be a joyless laugh: after eating the slop of loneliness until green in the face and breaking the gut, with cries we roam the world, die in meblarskich nightmare hotels, eternal haunts of the mortal heart.

The mind can take advice but not the heart; love has no geography, and it knows no borders; put to it a millstone and drown, she still POPs up - how could it be otherwise? Any love is natural and beautiful if coming from nature; only hypocrites will pull the person to answer for what he loves...

All night Thursday it was not shut off electricity in another room and read Hollywood magazine until, until I learned the latest news of the actor's life by heart - because he is think about yourself for a second, not trembling nor the tears already relieve.

Where it is, if ever the danger in front, but behind the hype? Not going anywhere. Nowhere.

To tell the truth, baby, if I had a mind what is assumed, I would have him married instantly popped up.

I want the snow to go on his knee and watch as it falls from the sky in large lumps. Beauty... beauty.