Comic: Gantz (Gantz)

We live in an indifferent world. We are surrounded by dozens of people, acquaintances, colleagues, friends, but we are alone. I dream to love and be loved, but too selfish to care about anyone but himself. In childhood everyone wanted to become an astronaut, a great scientist, actor, writer, dancer. Where these dreams? Gathering dust in the far corners of our memories along with the unnecessary childish. We become adults, serious, considered, correct, began to dream about flying into space, and the amount of salary and how to pay the bills of the dentist. We want to be relevant and important, but do not forgive the success of their friends and acquaintances. Everyone wants love, warmth, tenderness, but we can not overcome the barriers of their own fears, ambitions, pride and ego. Our life is painted on the clock: we work, then going home, sitting, staring blankly at the TV muttering warmly, eat, drink, hurriedly making love. And all around... From this world I want to escape. Can long endure, finding salvation in books, movies, anime, fantasies and hopes, but sooner or later the power end. Sometimes people are frustrated, jump from tall buildings, frown, swallowing packs of sleeping pills, slitting your wrists in treacherously warm water, but most just accept the fact that life has been nothing like their dreams. It produces people with a cold and indifferent glance.

Although this man lived a long life, it is unlikely he has ever thought about anything more complicated taxes. The youth is even worse: complete morons, shit for brains.

Hope, like death. Quietly and silently, she appears in front of you.

Death reigns on the earth. And death, dancing, reigns in heaven.

To save you, I will save the whole world.

Killer instinct cannot be explained with words, but you can see it in your eyes.

In the center of the continuous destruction of run the show exclusively instincts.

The witnesses will never understand the depth of the eye-witnesses of what they have become.

There are times when unable to fight the man knows that death came for him.

Sometimes in life there comes a time when he needed help... Very important to find a friend who will not give up in difficult times. The only way recognized real friends working together, in sadness and joy!

Life is just a gentle death. Destiny is just a disease, ending with the disappearance. Among this uncertainty, the lie is everything.

No matter how hard it is, I can't forget about their feelings.

I'm not a bit worried. But my cold heart and a hot body are not in conflict.

If you can't forget those who died, give them to those that continue to live.