It is hard to take the last step, but the hardest thing is to make a choice between the unwillingness to live and the inability to die.
They always act this way: push those who are falling.
Maybe the consequences of someone’s unreason can be remedied only with a new unreason?
It always turns out this way: at first people idolize you, swear to be your faithful friend forever and then spit in your tea and in your soul, too.
I think everything’s beautiful that is done through human’s heart and soul, that makes one’s inner world visible, that gives a chance to look at oneself from outside – everything is beautiful, even us.
We always humble ourselves before bastards – it has already become a tradition.
At times it is so enjoyable to mire your neighbor into the filth you already got stuck in long ago!
It is worthy of note that killing oneself and killing someone is not the same. For the former, one should lose one’s faith, for the latter, one should never have any.
I should be grateful to the knife that’s curing me for being so sharp.
Probably, sooner or later every person founds oneself to be needless.
How perfectly evil spirit and beauty can combine in one person, harmonically supplementing each other.
You have always understood and accepted my most genuine, most intimate impulses and responded to them with surprising accuracy. I wish all people turned into such mirrors for each other.
I clearly saw us from outside, like in a picture: we are not people, we are a road sign warning: “Stop and thank luck because such fate didn’t befall you as befell us, and only then keep going your way”.