Book: Crime

- A child after all, to be good, says Tianna is not something positive, not something with a question mark.
- Of course not. If you do not engage in adult things.

Is it worth spending time in person, which obviously doesn't work?

Ray, I don't want to drink all the time. I...
You know, I'm not here to come to cultural events to visit.
- Of course, the only thing that you want to visit is the bar. Well, I would sit in Edinburgh!

- I'm at least trying to have fun.
- So that's what it's called.
Suddenly, in her look and tone, Lennox realizes the depth of his loneliness. He wants to say: "I am dying, please save me", and the result is:
- What I want, I do, especially on vacation. But if you go to hell.

Experience has taught you that the only misfortune, horsee than the violent death of a loved one, is the loss of a loved one, missing from the end. This torture of uncertainty, when the heart jumps at each knock at the door, every phone call. The unfortunate issues the desperation in his eyes, a habit in any crowd quickly and eagerly to the lay person. You can persuade themselves that the death was inevitable; a lot harder to silence the voice of a recalcitrant soul. He's alive, screaming soul; but will he be back?

How can we love what kills us.

Don't let anyone steal the child, but if you have still stolen, it is better to shoot yourself.

Childhood slips by, like a Frisbee plate, and made to go on the hands.

Confusion is tantamount to a train wreck.

The balance of probability. Dreams are always like this: they tend to deviate from reality to the maximum.

There are many ways to inflict pain without leaving bruises and abrasions.

Those eyes beg for help, the pleading is addressed to everyone and anyone.

Lennox lies awake, burned in his cranial hell.

And you did not feel the strength to start this war, not to mention the hope to win it.

Starts the countdown, as always, he predicts that exhausted, Waitomo Lennox today will be denied sleep. Instead of sleeping he's getting thoughts.