Book: The last star

Some desires can never be satisfied. Some of the opening detracts from the value of searches.

Don't do it, you son of a bitch. Don't touch me like never touch. Don't look so like never look.

Well, a liar. Yes, what he was silent, can to the top to fill the Grand canyon.

"You're going to destroy their own civilization. For what? For the sake of some girl?"
You might think that such a victim could manipulate me into thinking I'm some kind of special? Could not. I was kind of creepy. As if one of us is crazy, and it's not me.
I do not see anything romantic in the genocide.

Too much energy wasted on unattractive people. Why sleep with someone who doesn't excite you? But people do that. Or did. No, probably still do.

I missed that Evan. The Evan saved me from the ice prison, warmed and fattened burgers. He was pretending to be something were not, and hiding their true nature.
Calm, quiet, steady, reliable, strong Evan. Not this Evan the Other - exhausted, nervous, conflict. Evan, who is gone, already there, two hundred miles above us, and he has no chance to come back. Their not Evan. My Evan. Imperfectly perfect guy.
Why do we always get the Evan we deserve, not the one you are dreaming about?

Ha! Another joke. You know, if nobody can, except yourself, the situation is more than sad.

But the most serious - is not to break into a closed room. The most serious is the second before you rush to the door.

Promise is like a death sentence, slammed the cell door, the stone around his neck.

Our memory is the final proof of the reality more than the sum of the sensations.

At least I'll die with eyes wide open. Dying, I'll know the truth.

I hate you, ' I said.
He shook his head.
That's not true.
- Want to hate.
- I hope you fail.

Life is a circle, bound by fear. Fear of a predator. Fear of the victim. Without fear there would be no life.

Even the longest journey is a circle. The story will always return to its origin.