Book: Piercing

"Children are powerless," Kawashima muttered under his breath. The tears streaming down his cheeks came as a complete surprise to him, and he finished his glass of whiskey in one gulp. No matter how terribly beaten they are, the children cannot respond in kind. Even if their mother walks them around with a shoe horn, a vacuum cleaner hose, a kitchen knife handle, strangles them, scalds them with boiling water, they do not try to run away from her, they do not dare to truly hate. Children are passionate about loving their parents. Rather, they will begin to hate not relatives, but themselves. Love and rage are so intertwined in them that when they become adults and enter into some kind of relationship with other people, only hysterical behavior can save them from heartache.

Life experience told Kawashima that the more you tried to hide something, the more likely it was that someone would be interested, and certainly some employee would definitely remember the person filling out the registration book with gloves on.

I don't want a woman to think that I'm cutting her Achilles tendon to satisfy a perverted lust. She must remain at a loss to the end about what her torment means, why she bleeds. That's the point: only by gradually dying can she comprehend the cause of her death. A bitter and sad but important truth.

It was Kawashima's greatest fear, something that he feared more than death - losing your sight or hearing due to some illness or due to some sort of disaster. To be cut off from the real images and sounds - the idea aroused in him an indescribable terror, and he knew that in this case, will instantly lose their mind.

Chiaki remembered why this uncontrollable flash of anger was so necessary. They needed to resist all the attacks of hatred. But anger gave her strength to withstand the hostility of the surroundings. Only anger could show her the way to go.

Only really survived the disappearance of the words, you know how dry and lifeless they were as dead leaves or old, out-of-circulation money.

I know he's gonna get next to me. Sooner or later he will do something that will break my brakes. He tries to kiss me, or run away, or lick it, or hit or kneel and ask for forgiveness over the fact that I'm furious, as it always has, sooner or later, with all the others.
I hate this, she thought, I hate the fact that always going to happen.

You're hungry. I cook really good soup. That is, I mean, soup is a quick cooking bags, but the bags of soup can be delicious, if you know what to add.

Who can not climb thoughts, from which he himself had come to dread?

Old mental and emotional torture when you can't stand the state of being alone, want someone was nearby, but get furious when someone comes up to you, afraid that if he gets close, something happens, than we can not say, so that eventually the fear becomes unbearable, and the loneliness - the only way back seems to be on its own anyway.

Conversation with another person helped him to neutralize the power of imagination.

No matter how scary they are either beaten, children are unable to respond in kind. Even if the mother ohazhivat them with a Shoe horn, a hose of a vacuum cleaner handle of a kitchen knife, strangling them, obmanivaet boiling water, they are not trying to get away from it, do not dare to really hate. Children are eager to love their parents. Rather, they will hate not relatives, and themselves.

These children did not say "Hello" and did not answer when they spoke. Several times call such a child and he turns, looks at you and say something like, "Shut up, asshole! I first time heard".

Optional we remained friends for a long time, and yet I changed because I realized: if engaged in sex with a man on his own initiative, it always turns out like something is wrong. In the end, if you have to ask him about the sex, then the man really not up to it. And the man will never be gentle and inventive in bed forced. The look on their faces not very attractive when they end, and you think: what for in General to RUB against each other parts of the body, why should you hang out inside this thing?.. Feel even more lonely than if I were alone. And fell off, the man reveals himself to another less encouraging side. What I'm doing with that tramp? - this is what is written on his face.