Book: A graveyard for lunatics

Do not believe anything in the night Hellouin.

Finally he turned and looked at me: his eyes glowed, and the soul stood out on his cheeks and lips bright pink.

- You start to hate me?
- No. I wonder how could I, after knowing you for so many years and not know you.

And over time, I sewed myself this smile. I defend true peace, fake smile.

She slammed the door and left. Almost immediately I was filled with loneliness. If Christmas has left me forever.

A man kisses the hand of Constance. To which she replies:
The flavor starts at the elbow!

A shiver actually crawling.

Don't touch a nerve. I have a dog's sense of smell, but pride, like a cat. Watch Out, Death.

It was like a balm for the soul - to talk about something stupid, mindless, ridiculous madness, beating out from me my sobstvennoe strongest madness.

- And what about all those people two thousand years ago, and listened to nothing?
- They didn't have hours, Jesus.
- Right. The sun, slowly floating on the sky, and endless days, to say the most important.

The silence was my response to my silence.

Life is like underwear, should be changed twice a day. The evening ended, I want to forget it.

You're every time... hospital for three days.

Don't worry. Fear comes later, when at three in the morning I think about you.