Where do bad folks go when they die? No heaven awaits them, say to it goodbye

To write you dreams of fantasy, is to create fantasy in another's dreams.

His desire for this to be a joke was quickly replaced by a desire for whiskey.

Either way, it happened, and everyone was going to pretend that it didn't.

Language is a city to the building of which every human being brought a stone.

One does not simply tell an archangel they have devoted their life to a folly.

As vozes confluíram num só mesmo cângrito de vida e horror.

Another big mistake you women make, never underestimate the cunning of a kille

I'm a man born to blood and pain, and peace would be a killing blow for me.

Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes.It falls upon her.Love is like dying.

What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.

I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death.

this is the best year ever because i am reading the chronicles of vladimir tod

Questa volta la voce non venne dalla luna. Questa volta venne da sotto il letto.

It’s not nice to think of children growing up like mushrooms, in the dark.