Book: Requiem for a dream

There's nothing worse than a cultural barbarian with the claims.

I think everyone has a personal dream, personal Vision, their own way of giving, but for many reasons we are afraid to go that route or even to recognize and accept its existence. However, to deny their Vision means to sell your soul. To receive without giving, to live a lie, denying the truth, while the Vision is a reflection of the truth: of course, nothing from the outside can't really feed my inner world, my Vision.

There are millions of people who get away with disgusting things, and they thrive. That's the way it looks at first glance. And yet I do know from my own experience that this life is only free cheese is in a mousetrap, and in the end we all have to be fully accountable for all their actions, for action and for inaction.

Beauty is not only outside, but all of them do not understand. It's hopeless. And that's why we don't have to worry about the whole world. You will still get raped. People should not count, because sooner or later they will lash out at you or disappear, leaving you alone.

Now their life was ordered insane and insatiable need, she gave orders which they obeyed.

- What kind of diet?
Egg and grapefruit.
- I once was it like this. Good luck to you, doll.
Yeah it's not so bad.
- How long you been on it?
- The whole day.
- The whole day? Now only the hour of the day.
- So what?

Her nurse weighed, measured and asked how she was feeling.
- Well, that's why I'm here, and they both laughed.

The enemy devoured their will, so they could not resist, their bodies not just craved, but needed a poison that plunged them into this miserable condition; consciousness was poisoned and crippled by the enemy, they were obsessed, and obsession and physical torment molest the soul as long as human behavior does not become like throwing a wounded animal, throwing pathetic creature, which they would have never wanted to be.

Everyone needs people for whom I would like to try.

She needed not what she was doing, and the ease with which she is gone.

How can you laugh at their jokes, they're terrible.
- If I don't, who will?

Harry, kitty, I'm not stupid. Maybe crazy, but not stupid.

Harmony is the mother of success.

The whole world is a mess.