Book: Oysters in the rain

But people never understand anything on the eyes. Even if in these eyes with tears.

A number of us people constantly go mad, get sick and die in such agony, that the descriptions of Homer just a comic book in comparison with only one case history of the deceased from human cancer. We betray friends. We forget children. Our parents begin to walk by yourself or us. The planes on which we fly, broken on the ground and our cars hit each other, cutting us in half and twisting the joints. And we think that we know nothing about hell.

We need to come up with a legend. Because nobody ever tells reporters the truth. This is stupid. Even if the truth is more interesting than the legend, you still need to tell a story. Because the legend is good because it is to believe unconditionally.

... freedom is when you don't have to pretend to myself. And before the other is not important.

That's right - it's not when you're doing what's expected of you by others. That's right - it's when you understand why it is you're doing.

Psyche is a maze and in the maze there's always dead ends.

Memory is what is in your heart and your head, and if neither there nor not there, then the pictures will not help...

If not to tell anyone that you don't like what you like all the rest, - you will all. And may eventually become the best.

... love is when the whole world fits in one person. But I believe it can only child.

Life, in essence, not so bad. Only if about it not to think. But for the moment before sleep, you can do to feel completely happy.