Book: Write something

Don't misunderstand, but for me, going to hell is going to heaven and pretending to be normal for the rest of eternity.

Love for an animal - a horse, a cat, a dog - is always a romantic tragedy. After all, you love someone who will knowingly die before you.

When week life costs you a Grand every minute.

The external world is a cesspool, a cesspool of corruption and discord. He is terminally ill, and it can save only crowd engaged in the game of artists and freethinkers.

The best what can be achieved when each generation is its own kind gnilitsy.

One person's story can spare. The majority is doomed to eke out an existence among the dead.

If by numbers, you can explain the physical world, words can reveal the invisible world.

People can't know the hearts of each other, being of sound mind. Standard words here without any good as powerless. There is no benefit from the well-known gestures. Just have the intelligence to collapse, and then begin true communication.

Only forgiving each other, salvation we will receive, - said in a singsong voice father, we must forgive another and God.

When you're credcache, life will turn into escape from who you have become to escape what you have become, to escape from who you were at first.

The nature of happiness is that we know him, only lost.