Book: Survivors

Let my life consists entirely of service.
Let my work be my saving grace.
In the works I will find my salvation.
Let it not be in vain my effort.
Works own Yes I will save the world.

People are always ready to believe the opposite of what you tell them.

I look at her, her thin arms and legs, all look and see, and I'm starting to think that I have all the makings to becoming a pedophile.

Relationships with people who don't have anything to do with you.

We thought all this teaching was to make us smart.
But his only purpose was to make us stupid.

The truth is you can be orphaned again and again and again.

Once the agent asked me where I see myself in five years.
The corpse, I said. I see myself rotting corpse. Or ashes; I can imagine that I'll burn.

Onstage, some local preacher was doing his opening act. Part of this warm up the audience was hyperventilating. Loud singing does the job. As well as monotonous singing. According to the agent, when people shout this way or sing "Amazing Grace" at the top of their lungs, they breathe too much. Human blood is an acid. When they hyperventilate the carbon dioxide level drops, and their blood become alkaline.
"Respiratory alkalosis," he says.
People become careless. People fall down from ringing in the ears, fingers and toes go numb, they get chest pains and sweating. This is supposed to be a delight.

In whatever my real problems might be, I didn't mean that they were cured. None of the little secrets inside me wanted to be discovered and explained. About the myths. About my childhood. About chemistry. I thought, what would be left? So none of my real grudges and dreads ever came out into the light of day. I didn't want to resolve any angst.

It's a sexual release, she tells me. It's perfectly natural. Did you find what you want. You're following him. You grab it and make it your own. Then you throw it away.

Someday we're all going overnight. shipping straight to Hell.

Looking at the blackened and withered flowers sticking out of bronze vases attached to each crypt, it is easy to imagine what's happening with your Favorite lying inside.

If I find evidence of some life after death, I would die happy.

If you clean a stain, a fish, a house, you want to think you improve the world, but actually you only let things get worse. Do you think that if you work better and faster, you may be able to correct the chaos. But one day, changing courtyard lamp, which lasts five years, you know that for the rest of your life can change no more than ten such light bulbs.