Character: Себастьян Моран (Sebastian Moran)

Time is an unprecedented luxury that can be bought with only one currency - life.

But sometimes the cranium pulls out memories against your will. She places them in reality, replacing existing people with those who have already left. The brain seems to be playing with you like a puppet, substituting non-existent people into your world. And you are forced to live in this dollhouse, face to face with your memories, which at some point become like a terrible genie from the past, refusing to sit silently in his cramped casket. It breaks free, creating chaos in the mind and soul.

If you like to study, love to go to the first couple.

Losing loved ones is not a very pleasant thing.

The people who connect me with the world, with reality, with myself, have disappeared, evaporated, sunk into oblivion. I used to float on the ocean of life, having unlimited possibilities, connections, power, influence. But its bottom gradually heated up, making the ocean first a sea, then a lake, then a puddle. Looking back now, I see only the settling vapor of my past life and the ghosts of people who have passed away.

In our world, when everyone, like crazy mice, runs to get more cheese, it is important to stop in time, take a breath and ask yourself an important question: “Do I need this cheese?”

Everyone determines his own greatness for himself. If in a glass of water with 100% probability there is a molecule that was once in the body of a dinosaur, then in our bodies there are molecules belonging to once great and brilliant people. It depends only on us - we will give odds to these molecules or repay their impulses, leaving with laziness one on one.

Angels refuse those people who kill, torture, torture others. Devils take them under their black hoof.

People need reciprocal feelings, actions: reciprocal love, reciprocal help, but the “word” is the only thing that does not always need an answer.

People, losing someone very important, find this important in some thing. And they cherish it, as if believing that the soul of the deceased is embedded in this object. The thought that the last meeting happened and this person you will never see again, you can not take your hand or just hug, kills you alive. And every time you think - why him, and not me? Cherishing things is delusional. However, a material reminder of the beloved serves as a consolation, not allowing precious days together to sink into oblivion, it becomes a symbol of the reality of the strokes of biography that oily blobs of longing and apathy are trying to absorb. If you don't understand it, you never lose someone you truly love.

Friends are completely different people walking along parallel roads, but when necessary, they look in the same direction!

Every moriarty person sooner or later becomes a ghost. Jim kills people without making an effort to do so, initially demanding that they give up the body shell.

I don’t want to waste even a smartphone battery on empty people.

If a girl takes an ax, then she doesn't want to cook dinner.