Book: The fine art of death

When it comes to charity, talk about false modesty is inappropriate.

Death from wounds received in battle, always honorable.

Man can discover in himself, hidden in a distant corner of consciousness, a completely different, alien essence. But what if this alien entity begins to interfere with gave birth to her, takes her in battle and in the end destroys what people thought of the once reliable and unshakable refuge for your soul?..

A cry of agony reached heaven, but the stars and the Crescent moon remained indifferent to human suffering.

You lose the game. And I dare say you are standing in a large puddle of blood. Us to send for the doctor?
- I endured more severe injuries.
- Body or mind?

Twenty years I spent in India, I was ordered to kill. I got a promotion, I was awarded with medals. And in England for the same thing I'd sent to the gallows. Don't talk to me about the murders. The murder itself is not evil, it all depends on point of view.

We think that we are on top, although in reality one of their sides. We behave and do things based on the assumption that control our vision of reality. But the reality could be very different.

The mind is deprived of the ability to forget.

To keep secrets, try to hide them, to forget means to be in their power.

I was shocked when I suddenly discovered that the world of childhood is not as cloudless as it seems that evil exists in the world, and life is filled with all sorts of horrors.

Expression of feelings is tantamount to weakness.

Sometimes it happens that we see things differently than they really are.