Character: psychiatrist

People are like books that shouldn't be judged by the cover. You never know what the plot is and who the villain of their story is.

Man speaks to God in the language of conscience. No conscience, no God.

In life there is nothing more expensive than love. <...> we All very happy because we have little love. And maybe love us enough, because we are unhappy?

Forensics believes that murder is most often a result of greed, jealousy, drunkenness, information, scores, and others... But this is not so, such killings are rare. Most often we execute the ones stupid selfishness, a meaningless vanity and vile cowardice.

Blood and violence never solves nothing... Man this is known to many thousands of years, but each time he somehow forgets about it...

I'm trying to cure you the truth! She, by the way, that you suffer the pride and arrogance of a narcissist! We throw, then we're bad, and it could not move.

Alas, healthy psychiatrists do not exist. Will write you a prescription... One, two... one Hundred! A thousand! I drink these drugs... Poison. There is nothing that can cure loneliness and dislike.

Well, I'll kill you... Maybe... Well, you know... If all unfaithful wives... Then perhaps the world would be depopulated. <...> Just smile, okay? Smile, and don't need tragedies, my dear. You try to look at ourselves. Drama cuckold, alas, ridiculous. It's soaked in selfishness, I'm sorry, footcloth later. Your betrayal You never cared. You didn't care about the pain caused to You. And suddenly life has touched You, roughly, ruthlessly touched. It happens, and how much noise, how much squeal! <...> Yeah... So, Ah Yes, about the squeal... to Kill the poor woman... For what?! So tired of your monotonous affection, the usual jokes, profound passages, tired of your lean face. In the morning, evening, night... What a disgusting. <...> You gave the youth, now your wife has decided to give someone the old age. You think - whether to kill her for it?

- Are you a drinker?
- To the extent...
- What?

All the papers is rubbish! They say Satan tempted Adam and eve, not Apple and the birth certificate... He gave them a piece of paper, with print, you bastard!

- Well, doctor, can you tell me what's wrong with me?
- What I will say, Anton, you are unlikely to be happy. By all indications, you have schizophrenia.
- What is schizophrenia, doctor? Are you crazy, or what?
- No, not I, but you, most likely, Yes.