Book: Aviator

I want to say that there are no major and minor events, and everything is important, and everything goes into action - be it good or bad.

I suddenly thought: what is their old name - carriages. Survived among all the losses.

If the matter had been postponed, it might not have taken place: for the first time it is possible to gather strength, but for the second it is already difficult.

Television is cruel. Dispassionately it seems to fix what is happening, but cruelty consists in this dispassion.

Danger sharpens the perception of beauty.

Miracles are in Russia. You live there according to the laws of a miracle, and we are trying to live in accordance with reality. However, it is still unknown which is better.

It is difficult for a long time to feel the sharpness of feelings - any. I think you get tired of even being afraid of death. In the end, something comes that for some takes the form of indifference, for others it takes the form of calm.

For which wife is her husband not a genius?

Once again I ask myself the question: what should be considered an event in general? For some, the event is Waterloo, and for others, an evening conversation in the kitchen.

Until the obvious is recognized, it is not obvious.

Generally speaking, it seems to me that when you describe a person for real, you cannot help but love him. He, even the worst, becomes your work, you take him into yourself and begin to feel responsible for him and his sins - yes, in a sense, for sins. You try to understand them and, if possible, justify them.

The loss of every person and every thing is part of death. Which is the loss of everything.

The doctor should not become attached to the patient. This makes it worse for both.

It's good that it is. It would be worse if the emotions went inside. It is much more difficult to get out of this state.