“ Кто там дышит мне в затылок?Оборачиваюсь - никого. Только поезд, набирая скорость, ныряет в темноту. David Mitchell
“ His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog… Moonshine Noire
“ The moon will guide you through the night with her brightness, but she will always dwell in the darkness, in order to be seen. Shannon L. Alder
“ To begin to know ourselves we must have sincere conversations with ourselves as if with a good friend. We must answer without reserve, listen without judgement, and accept without condition. That is s… Kamand Kojouri
