Book: The house in which.... Page 13

It's hard to give up the dream. Easier to complicate, the way to it, than to believe that it is not implemented.

... the patient may not be human. That is two completely different concepts. Becoming a patient, a person loses his "I". Erased the identity of the remains of the animal shell, the mixture of fear and hope, pain and sleep. Person and does not smell. People somewhere outside the patient waits for a possible resurrection. But for the spirit there is no worse than to become just a body.

Smile, baby, smile - the best that is in man. You're not quite human, not yet able to smile.

Boy, you're the only one!

I was like a bird. Like a bird that can fly. She walks the earth because she's good, but if you want... how you want, then take off.

Behind every window of my own room, and people live in it. And for them, the room is in the home. For everyone but me. My room is for me not the house, because it has too many foes. People who don't like me. Which still, I came back to him or not. But the House is big. It is no place for a person who does not like fights? For two...

There is no man happier than I really am.

They invented it themselves. Their world, their war and their roles.

"Game" is all that surrounds me.