Character: Thomas Tangor

All Monday morning I spent with the idea that you should become a necromancer, at least in order to raise from the graves of their ancestors and tell them what I think about them.

My not-so-clear picture of the world was severely shaken, wanted to pick up the diary and write, "What the fuck is going on?"

Very typically! How many times have we hear the phrase "Matches to children not a toy" before you realize that this applies to you?

Consider me ugly, but be the object of envy - awesome pleasant feeling!

They were not filled with compassion, no, they wanted the suffering was not, and different things.

They were still blind - "see no evil, speak no evil," because I couldn't even think about the fact that someone is capable and has the right to be angry, to grieve, to experience pain and... to die.

It bothered me: a black magician altruist lay beyond my notions of good and evil.

People tend to be interested in history, I know I live archaeologists saw.

In my experience, the ability of crooks to anticipate any trouble at all bordered on clairvoyance.

People are systematically trying to replace God and remake the world in accordance with their notions of good and evil.

And why the happy-go-lucky stuff happens in such peaceful places? Perhaps this is a kind of global law: who lived sweetly, he will end badly.

There are always sheep willing to test the durability of the gate of his forehead.

The world should love as he is and not to pick out from it the most delicious as the raisins out of the bread. Not everything you like is good, and not everything that would hurt you, is evil.