Book: Norwegian wood

Dirty things every one of stuff under the bed. None of the students have never dried the blanket in the sun, so that it is soaked then always distributes ugly smell, from which there is no salvation. Still amazed how in such chaos does not spread any deadly disease.

If you only read the books that I read all the others, you can only think about what everyone else thinks.

Our normal is that we know that we are freaks.

To be honest to each other and to want to help - that's the main thing.

- Hex? asked Reiko from Naoko. - Yes, from the heart.
- Will tell all later. How he managed with him.
- We didn't do anything - said Naoko, reddening.
- So right and nothing? asked the Reiki from me.
Nothing.
- Well, that's no fun, disappointedly said Reiko.
And don't say, ' I replied, sipping coffee.

Sometimes she is. Excited cries. But it is also in some sense good. Because emotions show. It is terrible when it is not manifested. Then the emotions in the body accumulate and harden. All sorts of different emotions accumulate inside the body and die. If such to bring, that's too bad.

It is strange that, when during the game, look around, all the people are seen distorted. Once doctor told me that in one sense my feelings are correct. He said that we in this place do not order for these distortions to be corrected, and in order to get used to them. We have a problem that we these distortions are not able to recognize and accept. He says that as all people have different gait, since everyone in his own way feels, thinks, sees things, and I don't try to fix it, all of a sudden, it will not be corrected.

In a world dominated by injustice. And not my fault. It is the General rule.

The girl - rotten to the bone. To remove the layer of beautiful skin - and it will be under continuous carrion.

She is an unhealthy person. And disease like the rotten Apple that spoils the next. To treat it is useless. It will remain so until death, so in a sense, feel sorry for her. If I suffered from it, perhaps, would have thought. But she's the victim.

Something? It gets dangerous I'll run. Want to die, do it without me.

And without trust how can you win over your heart?

This man had his own standing with one foot in hell.

What do I need? And what people want from me? I couldn't find a decent answer.