Book: Snail in a bowl

It is common for a person to clear his memory of those episodes when he showed himself to be the last bastard.

Silence is the same wall. There seems to be nothing behind her. There are no sounds. There are no people. All that's left is you and your thoughts. Who needs them if there is no one?

... a lie, like a frog, can swell to such an extent that it costs nothing for it to fill a lifetime with itself.

You can't talk bad about friends. Especially about themselves when they don't hear.

A person cannot suffer about what he does not even suspect. It's impossible.