Book: The ballad of the flexible bullet

Madness has to start somewhere. And if my story is generally about something - provided that the human life you can tell if it's about something - then this is the story of the Genesis of madness. Madness has to start somewhere and go somewhere. As a way to. Or the trajectory of the bullet from the barrel of the gun.

Each of us has something that just stretches to the madness. Anyone who watched down from the roof of a very tall building, probably felt at least a faint, but disgusting urge to jump.

Some writers possess a very rare gift to write the more serious and calmer the more they are concerned about the topic.

Even the abnormality develops some time to tire.

One little Doodle below my signature was enough to open Pandora's box.

She got angry not because you give an additional stage of his fantasies. She was afraid that you will destroy them.

The relationship of author and editor is always mutual parasitism.

The only reliable method of suicide was jumping off a very tall building, but this method is only used by a very purposeful person. Then all too ugly.

These people who try to commit suicide, put the gun to his temple and pressing the trigger... it would Seem that the most reliable way is much safer than sleeping pills or slit his wrists, but it's not. When a man shoots himself in the head, is often simply impossible to predict what will happen. Bullet can ricochet from the skull and kill someone else. She can circumnavigate the skull on the inner surface and out the other side. Can get stuck in your brain, make you blind, but alive. You can shoot yourself in the head of the "thirty-eighth" and to Wake up in the hospital. But you can shoot from the "twenty-second" and Wake up in hell...

- Madness is a flexible bullet.<...> the editor said. - This phrase, or rather, the image of "flexible bullet" is taken from Marianne Moore. She used it when describing someone's car. But I always thought that he very well describes just the state of madness. It is a sort of intellectual suicide. In my opinion, and doctors now argue that the only true definition of death is the death of intelligence. And the madness is a flexible bullet entering the brain.

One never knows the cause of certain events, especially those people who claim that they known.

And this ship is called old Age. No one was particularly in a hurry to sail on it, but the cabins are always full. And decks, for that matter.

Even a very successful person always has a madness in his backyard.

Vrubilsya alcoholic like energetic little Dickens. Something like evil fornita. He starts to call his ex-wife and insult her on the phone or leaves on the pavement, on which there is a gaggle of children. He goes to work, Rob a store, gives her an engagement ring. Energetic little devil...