Book: Personal Apocalypse

Remember, honey, you once said: man is an ocean. Friends are ankle-deep in water. Friends plunge and rush ashore. A rare friend is brave to swim out to the buoy. And just really loving floats further until it disappears a strip of beach. As long as the horizon closes around. As long as not lost landmarks. And there, in the middle of the ocean, he dives in the blue abyss and will pull in depth, without fear that the lungs run out of air. For the opened big mystery is worth it to not have to think about your own life. I understand now. I want to bathe in you. I want you surrounded me from all sides, the endless miles, the most rebellious, the most unknown of the elements.

It is only in the movie, the villains look just like their soul. In real life, often the opposite: the more demons inside of you, the more angels outside.

To get something out of my head, it is necessary that it was something.

What many have called a good heart, is actually weak nerves.

Where ends the streak, begins the territory of the cemetery.

- Aunt on the big machines scare me.
- But you I want a big car!
But you're other going to scare me.