Book: Bologna and anatomical theatre

I hate him for seeing everything.

And headlessness.

Luxury is them. It beats from their core, turning the space around with ocean waves. Give her an earthenware bowl in her hands, and the earthenware bowl will become the center of luxury, because the point is not in objects and interior, the point is that some people are wider than the ocean, while others are smaller than a thimble.

You see, many of my colleagues rely on appearance solely in the genes. DNA, of course, is responsible for the color of the eyes, hair, eyelash density, but ... beauty and charm are not the density of eyelashes. It is the presence of the intellect.

Beauty needs no more lies.

Any successful business is not an idea, not circumstances - it is a properly selected and well-functioning team.

One cannot die without moments of acute intoxication with happiness. Intoxication is so acute that it's like a heart attack. But without such moments one cannot die, because one cannot live without them. And no one should ever crunch the bones of a being who at least once in his life had an acute intoxication with happiness. Because this poison, like mercury, can no longer be removed from the body by anything. And no matter what happens to you, no matter what nasty things happen to you, your bones already contain the metal of happiness.

Beauty needs no more lies.

And it would be fine - he undressed the body, no, he opened my darling, like a raccoon carcass.

There is no amount of money that you can earn so that you no longer worry about money. There is no place you can get without worrying about place anymore. There is nothing at all in life that you can not worry about once and for all. There is maturity. When you understand that I made it is not about money, reputation, position - but about the willingness to live. About accepting one simple fact: life is change. Life is worry. And only when you accept this, you have a chance to turn all changes, all anxiety into joy.

And the secret of time is simple. And scary. And comforting - there is no future. You are what you are now. And only this you will remain: your choices, what are you doing now. And only those who can comprehend these words gain at least some chance of happiness. No future. There is a continuous enduring present. And your actions right now. Not a bit speculative. Actions that should alter reality, if they do not alter, then you do not act. So you're chatting.

The intellect is overly reflective, gentlemen.
I want you in two nights, breaking your head, to go to Bologna, so go.
And thinking here is superfluous. And use energy for action
it is necessary, and not on trampling in a swamp of musty "tomorrow", "and suddenly", "and suddenly", "and
maybe"... and it would be okay if these fragments we, people, at least
thought it up! It's not. Who when thought out to the end, undiscluded
to the end of any of these "and suddenly". We only hiccer them like
alcoholics in drunken tears - "and suddenly fell asleep?", "and if in vain", "ah,
most likely and in vain", and we never spin this idea
to the end - well, let me, already fell asleep. Called and fell asleep, I want
go? And I still want to. Even to curl his sleepy eyes
look, but more - I still want to prove to myself that I can. A what
not a sleepy pantoufl, not a rodolph-like one, there is still life in me,
and I can do such strange actions of Lizzie Plague - take and
rush on a call to Bologna.
And as you unfold the thought to the end, there is no doubt.
And there is nothing to suffer from.

Will carry out all this million to the last jerk ...

Not recognizing authority, madam, is a particularly desperate search for authority. Each of us needs discipline and a steady hand. Therefore, not recognizing authority is a particularly desperate desire to find authority for oneself.