You tell them that our lives can change at any time. That much we do know... Tell them to hold on to what they have: each other, for a mother who is ready to die for them. Tell them that the bad is in each of us. But also good too. And for the sake of the good is to live, and it good we need to pass on to their children.
Don't you love these long rainy days in New Orleans? When the hour is not an hour, but just a piece of infinity, fallen into our hands... and who knows what with it to do?
- Zoya, falling in love is happiness?
- The trouble is terrible. Know that God with him forever linked, and you can link the want, and maybe did not, and do not know how to handle it. And suddenly finds... I think I'll snatch a little bit, are imposed even for a couple of weeks, and then burn everything with fire, and then you realize that after these 2 weeks your fate will end.
If the artist is not done for, if the artist is not full of shit, they are in his work, open himself, so bent before, they just do not remain - they're all handed out.
Know what I noticed? Nobody panics when everything goes according to plan. Even if the plan is monstrous. If tomorrow I declare to the press that one of the bandits dies, or a truckload of soldiers will be blown up, nobody would panic because it's all part of the plan. But when I say that some pathetic mayor will die, everyone around are losing their head. Quite a bit of anarchy. Violation of the established order, and everything around it falls down into chaos. I am the bearer of chaos. Know what is the basis of chaos? It's fear.
