Book: Rose Madder

Rosie suddenly wondered - for the umpteenth time since they came to "D and C" - why is there so much evil men? In them defect? Maybe when they are done, I forgot something malignant to remove or foolishly built into them, like a defective chip in the computer?

She thought she now could tell bill about what did not dare to say last time. It was hard to remember what's important. What she has to say it.
- Bill?
He looked at her, smiling, but his eyes remained serious.
- Yes?
- Don't hurt me.

"Everybody has their own way to have fun," said the devil, getting butt naked in the nettles...

Questions beginning with "why", not have the slightest sense when you live in hell. In hell violated causality.

When you die, go to heaven, because in hell already. The iron triangle, 1969.

Good people don't exist, baby, how many times have I told you about it? Deep inside we all and each of us is scum. Bastards. You, me, everyone.

Norman suddenly realized that he knows all that silly old song by heart. What is this life when you can't remember sucks quadratic equation or form the French verb avoir two years later after high school, but even when you are forty, remember every word of the silly songs of his youth?

Men - animals, ' continued rose madder in the same calm, impassive tone. Some can be tamed and house trained. Other - it is impossible.

Over the years the police service in Norman has come to believe that telepathy does exist. Another thing is that it's a tough job. Almost impossible... if you do not know which wave tune. First of all, we need to understand how to penetrate the consciousness of the person who you want to Vratsa his brain, like tiny shrews, and to catch not even a thought, and a wave that runs his brain. It is not necessary to read minds. The most important thing is to capture the way of thinking. And as soon as you were done with him, once you got used to the image, then you can go straight - do not follow the intended victim, but on the same path, advancing it a step, because you can anticipate all her actions. And one night, when he (or she in this case) least expects it, you're out of sight... hidden door... or hide under the bed with a knife in hand, ready to stab him through the mattress as soon as the poor girl has gone to bed.

A few moments, she felt gearbox, which dramatically moved with a speed in neutral... and even though the engine roared like a madman, nothing happened. And then the clutch seized, and the box is gently shifted back up to speed.

There are things that really touch the soul. This may be the song that makes us cry. Or a book that gives us a new view of the world and makes us think - albeit not for long - about things that we just haven't thought about before. It can be a poem that fills us with the joy of life, or dance that causes us to forget that someday we all die.

She was scared, because it is impossible not to fear man who is capable of such extravagant actions simply to abandon the new car, to buy his girlfriend a diamond ring.

Yes... but sometimes people do things that can be determined only by one word - "nonsense".

... For them, the paranoia is not even a way of life for them, paranoia is high art.