Book: A different fate

No one is in charge of this war. All her victims. Can't see who to shoot. Enemies and comrades find a person only after death. It is above human forces. People invested in the war the full force of his industry, that his metallurgy, but like the sorcerer's apprentice, he no longer has power over the machine that launched. Now steel and fire avenge him, as if by themselves bursting from the bowels of the earth.

It seems to me in this land lived two kinds of monsters: those that think only of themselves, and those that only think of others. In other words, the villains-the villains are selfish and altruistic. Henry belongs to the first category, for your pleasure and success, he puts above all else. However, no matter how malicious he was, he was far from the villain of the second category. The villains are altruistic, they are doing far more evil, for nothing can stop them - neither pleasure nor satisfaction, nor money, nor fame. Why? Because the villains - the altruists don't think about themselves, they go beyond the personal villainy, and reach greater career heights public field. They feel rebuked by the mission, they act - in their eyes - only for the common good, they are convinced that a well-received abolishing freedom, throwing into jail his opponents and even shooting them. They don't see someone else's share. They wipe their bloody hands with a flap of his ideal, with eyes to the horizon of the future, they can not see people individually, they promise his subjects the best of times, forcing them to live in the worst. And nothing, nothing will not stand in their way. Because they are obviously right. They know. Not kill their ideas, but their relationship with their ideas: confidence. A confident man is an armed man. A confident person anymore, becomes a murderer. It kills doubt. The belief dates it the power to deny without controversy and regrets. He thinks of the flamethrower. Claims from the gun.

So, the worst misery is irrelevant to intelligence or stupidity. The idiot who doubts is not as dangerous as a fool who knows. All wrong, like geniuses, and people of the near crazy, and dangerous error, but the fanaticism of those who think that it is not wrong.

It's a strange thing - friendship. Lovers talking about love, but true friends about friendship never say. This feeling is not called and not discussed. It is hard and silently. Chaste.

What is a monster? The man who does evil many times. Aware that he does evil? No, most often not. Sometimes Yes, but that awareness does not change. Because the monster is justified in their eyes, telling himself that never meant evil. This is just an unfortunate accident.
While so much evil is happening on this planet, no one committed to evil. No one does it deliberately, even the most treacherous deceiver, with a brutal killer or the bloody dictator. Everyone thinks that acting for the benefit of, at least for the benefit of themselves, but if this good turns evil for others if it involves pain, sorrow and disappointment, it is the natural course of things, he didn't want to. All villains clean hands.

People idolized him, because he said heart, and they were not aware that we are talking only about the dark side of the heart.

I suffer. The ice sword pierced my chest to the insides, I bleed and no one sees it? No one noticed, what sorrow humble me? Am I alone on this earth, feel everything so acutely? Yes, in the same world we live in?

The mistake with Hitler, is because his are exceptional, exceptional beast, the incomparable Barbara. Meanwhile, he is a man of trivial. Banal as evil. Banal, like you and me. This could be you, it could be me. And how to know whether we could find ourselves tomorrow, you or me? Who can consider himself secure? Protected from the false judgment, from simplification, from obstinacy or from the evil caused in the name of what is considered good?

Our past weighs on us as much as we let him; thinking, working, we can ease the burden.

They could be friends but no more friends; companions, because partnership is a coexistence of the overall situation; not friends, because friends love each other because they are different, and not common.

The dealer on the phone was known for his habit to fall asleep instantly anywhere and anytime. Went to a legend that he even managed to disconnect in the middle of a difficult conversation with the tax inspector.

- Where is he?
- A village in Normandy. There make butter, cheese, and saints. I, therefore, there was nothing to do.

Malice in its purest form does not exist. Everyone is convinced that it makes good. The devil always thinks himself an angel.

That may be selfish baby? He reaches out, grabs, grabastaet and pulls everything in his mouth. In the first days of life - the foolish beast, not knowing that there are other people. We all started tyrants. Life has tamed us, discouraging us.