Book: The Song Of The Swan

He was thinking about the cockroach in the barn, which had survived despite attempts to destroy it with poisons, despite the boots and the nuclear disaster. If such a creature as a cockroach has the desire to live, he needs too and even more.

- Do you believe in Jesus?
"Yes," Josh suppressed a gasp.
- I also. I once had a dog, his name was Jesus. I crucified him, but he did not rise again. Before he died, he told me what to do with those people who live in brick houses. Need to rip their heads off.

You'll see that power rules the world. The voice Kempke sounded too fast, like a tape recorder. Is the only thing that is worth anything. Not beauty, not love - nothing but power, power. And the man, who she is, can have whatever he wants.
But not me, ' said Roland.

Leon was sitting on the ground, massaging her knees. Light Josh approached, and when they came out of the field, she saw in the torchlight the Swan and the horse.
- God Almighty! What did you find?
Is that thing running around here, ' said Josh, helping her to her feet. - Swan charmed and calmed it down.

Behind the green curtain Paul Thorson opened the box and pulled out a 9 mm Magnum. It was a heavy weapon, blue-black with strong dark brown trunk. The pistol was intentionally done under his hand. He turned the barrel to face and looked into the Black Eyes. One push, he thought, and all will be over. So simple. The end of the bloody journey and the beginning... of what?

I loved this world even as he was before. And I sure don't love him now.

The world has become for her a crazy carousel, but the truth was that she enjoyed it. It was impossible to whine because of what happened, and to crawl on his knees, begging forgiveness; she liked danger, liked the dark side of life. Security was boring, and she always believed that only live once, so why not try everything?..

I believe that life is one of those entertaining jigsaw that must be assembled, and thus it is impossible to guess what's going to happen, you just put piece to piece and trying to shove the wrong part where it doesn't fit and it's very annoying, and I want to just give up and cry.

All the magic is similar to the error. People see what they want to see and hear what they want to hear.

Even the most useless thing can be wonderful, she said. - It only requires the right approach.

- Once upon a time I was an optimist. I believed in miracles. But do you know what happened? I'm getting old. And the world has become a lowland. Previously, I served God and believed in him with all my heart, to the bone, eyes slightly narrowed, as if he were looking at something very far through the fire - as I said, it was a long time ago. I used to be an optimist, but now I Think I became an opportunist. I was always able to judge which way the wind blows, and I must say that now I judge God, or the power that we accept God as very, very weak. Dying candle, if you like, surrounded by darkness. And darkness closes in.

Do you believe that God sees all, lady? You think it is really interesting, you will live one day longer or not? What distinguishes you from the dead that we saw today? Didn't God care about them?

This is good: sometimes imagination can be the best shelter when things are completely irrelevant.

If someone dies, it needs to aim to house, to where someone he loves to die, don't you think?