Book: The story of the missing child

People of art, especially writers, are characterized by arrogance: we work as if we are carrying out someone's assignment, although no one entrusts us with anything. We empower ourselves, and then, when we hear that our books are boring and uninteresting, we are genuinely indignant.

To do something that people will later associate with your name, you have to love yourself ...

You only hear how everyone admires the talents of one or the other, but is it great merit to be born with a given set of qualities? Likewise, you can admire a barrel of loto when the number you want comes out ...

The electronic world looks so clean, but you only knew how much dirt there is. It forces you to leave traces behind you, as if you defecate and urinate everywhere. And I don't want to leave anything behind. My favorite key is Delete.

Any friendship has its own pitfalls, and if you want to keep it, you have to learn to bypass them.

Only in bad novels people express themselves accurately and clearly, each event has its own cause, the characters are divided into positive and negative, good and evil, and everything always ends well.

I don't know anything anymore: today everything seems to be going as it goes, and tomorrow - once! - and turn in the opposite direction.

… If you are afraid of radical changes, you involuntarily become a part of the system and have to lie like everyone else, otherwise you will be kicked out.

“If Imma also leaves, my life will lose its meaning,” I replied. "Who told you that life should have a meaning?" - Leela chuckled ...

We all retreated in front of them [life's difficulties] and as a result - sometimes imperceptibly for ourselves - were smaller.

... Human memory is selective, and each of us remembers what he wants to remember ...

Sometimes it happens that things, seemingly unshakable, perceived as a vital background - an empire, a political party, a religion, a historical monument, or even people with whom you share your everyday existence - suddenly disappear. Thousands of other things usually change after this.

- When it hurts the most, there is no strength to cry.

After forty, the time raced off, and I could not keep up with him.