Character: Elliot Alderson. Page 1

There are over 9 million possible positions after three moves from each side, after four moves, the number grows to 288 billion.
The number of games in 40 moves higher than the number of electrons in the universe that we see. But not necessarily know all the outcomes. Just need to see further than your enemy sees.

One day my father took me out of school early and we went to the beach. The water was cold, so we just sat and ate pizza. When we returned, my sneakers were full of sand and I poured it on the floor in the bedroom. I didn't know that. I was 6. Mom yelled at me because of the mud, and the father was not angry. He said that millions of years ago movements of the Earth and the oceans brought sand to the beach, and I took it. He said: "Every day we change the world". Beautiful thought, but then I realized how much time I'll have to carry in sneakers sand to the beach did not want anyone to notice the change. Every day we change the world, but that these changes mean something, it takes more time than many of us have. You cannot do it all at once. Everything is slow and tedious. Not everyone has this power.

Suddenly what we see is not the real world, but only a guess in our mind? What if we see only a distorted picture that we never disassemble?

I don't like to be right. But people will always find something to disappoint me.

The only way to protect yourself, do not show your source code to isolate themselves, to create a maze in which no one can find me.

In my childhood people saying that is important not the destination - important way. But what if the destination you?

Is it possible to return after eighty-six days in a box two by three?

The destruction always the answer. Every day we are destroying a part of yourself. We photoshop remove warts, remove that hate in yourself, change what you can to hate others. We direct our eternity, cut it, clean. We are the destruction.

Control is an illusion.

How you can remove the mask when it is not a mask when she's a part of me as I am?

I want to say that it is not life? And what of this, to repeat the same tasks without even thinking about it? Doesn't everyone live the same? Always look their series, on the pill. Isn't the monotony brings comfort?

But I see beauty in the rules. The invisible abyss of chaos hidden behind a frightening mask order.

Today was exactly the same as yesterday, day before yesterday, and posture-the day before yesterday. And so for the last month-cycle, my perfect cycle.

The secret of my success - I'm looking for the worst in people.