Author of quotes: Clive Barker

After a hard day in new York coming home: to relax, to make love. People were rushing to leave the office and sit in the car. Some are short-tempered today - sweatshops eight hours in a stuffy room will certainly make himself known; some, meekly, like sheep, popletutsya walk home: will basement feet, pushed by the eternal flow of bodies on the Avenue. And yet many, very many now crammed into a crowded subway, impervious to obscene inscriptions on every wall, deaf to the babble of their own voices, insensitive to cold and the rumble of the tunnel.

He couldn't help wince at the memory of how then stopped and loudly announced:
- New York, I love you.
Love? Never. At best it was a blind passion. And after three months, lived together with his embodied passion, after so many days and nights spent with her and only with her, she even lost the aura of its former splendor.
New York was just a city. Maybe the capital cities.
The capital - literally. He saw her Wake up in the morning like a slut, and vykovyrivat corpses from the cracks in the teeth and suicide of tangled hair. He saw her later in the night, shamelessly tempt defect on the dirty side streets. He watched her in the hot afternoon, sluggish and indifferent to the atrocities that are every hour going on in her stuffy passages.

The snow still piled up.
He stood on the porch and watched the snowflakes dancing in the ghostly light of street lamps. He remembered read somewhere between them will never find two identical. If such a refinement of ordinary Blizzard, what can we then wonder what is happening that bears are unpredictable guises.
He thought that every moment of the day was similar to the attraction - put your head straight into the jaws of the Blizzard.

Withdrawn from their experiments to achieve the highest pleasure, they, immortal mind, comes in here, in the world of rain and disappointment.

He abruptly stopped the car.
Is there? asked Boyle.
- You said number eighty. This is eighty. Over there, on the door. Eight. Zero.
- See for yourself.

He was not at all the subject of women's dreams, and every day when he passed through the crowded streets, this conviction has only increased. He couldn't remember in my adult life any time a woman would look at him with interest and took a glance when she would respond to his admiring gaze. Why is it bothering him, he didn't know, because such a life without love, to his knowledge, met very often. And Nature was kind to him, it seemed that since he spared the gift of the appeal, it reduced his libido. It happened for weeks he had not thought about his forced chastity.

Sadness was much more honest than the artificial cheerfulness that was now in Vogue: false frame empty-headed optimism, which shield the despair, nesting in every heart.

- Don't go too far, my love! shouted ray.
- Of course.
"My love", he said. Just appeal. Two words not meaning anything.

Of course, you get older, but so did everyone else. Do you even believe in a smug manner that the intervening years have made you a little smarter. Life seemed quite portable.
But to think that the world is harmless - it means to lie to yourself, to believe in the so-called certainty, which is merely a common misconception.

Only when you lose someone, you realise how stupid it sounds "it was my little world." Not at all. This is a huge, overwhelming world, especially if you're on your own.

Others he regarded as lambs, who only did what they were looking for a shepherd, and all those who qualify for this role, was, in his opinion, charlatans. All that lay outside of the corral for the lambs, and gave them insurmountable, paralyzing fear, which is the only one in this world, truth is not to be questioned.

No living thing can not avoid the feeling of fear, which heart stops.

Homeland, family, faith, law - all of it was for him not just empty words, but through false concepts, a chilling, suffocating person. Fear is the only reality that makes sense.

People are afraid of what they don't know.
For example, you stand in the dark before the door closed. What is behind it, you inspire fear...