Book: Soon there will be a storm. Page 2

Memory is a crooked mirror.

Honesty should be the main principle. If it is at all possible to follow this principle when telling someone's story.

What to tell? And what to keep silent about? To what extent is a mentor - a truly conscientious mentor - allowed to be frank with a precocious girl who shocks her parents with questions?

- Repetition, endless repetition of the same achievements and mistakes, for each and every one, at all times.
- Yes, and I'll probably repeat the endless cooking of dinner.

It was how confident everyone else was. As if from birth they knew how to rearrange the pieces on the chessboard of life, but she still counted squares and was afraid to walk on diagonals.

You can fuck without making love. And you can make love without. If both processes are done at the same time, that's the best.

Matt was stunned at how easy it was to become a married man.

Matt's zeal faded. The work became something like a leech that swells, feeding on your blood, while you wander through the swamp of life.

After dropping out of university, he completed accounting courses, but did not work for long. Solid boring stuff. Passed other courses - teaching. Sheer window dressing. He later worked as an insurance agent. Sheer manipulation of people.

The atmosphere is a veritable ocean of gases and water vapor, and we live at the bottom of this ocean, subject to all the disturbances of the prevailing ebb and flow, experiencing the impact of its titanic vortex currents.

The walking tour will inevitably end where it started.

These people always settle for less than they could get.

James was an ardent supporter of corporate parties. All together got drunk to insensitivity and ended the evening either in a meaningless embrace with a colleague they liked, or in a ridiculous quarrel with an opponent.

Look at the face, Jesse. Through the face and beyond. Then you can really see.