If I say A has beautiful eyes someone may ask me: what do you find beautiful about his eyes, and perhaps I shall reply: the almond shape, long eye-lashes, delicate lids. What do these eyes have in common with a gothic church that I find beautiful too? Should I say they make a similar impression on me? What if I were to say that in both cases my hand feels tempted to draw them? That at any rate would be a narrow definition of the beautiful.

“You're right, but I don't think we build cemeteries for the dead. Sure, it may seem pointless to you, but... How can I describe it? It's so that we can think like this: "We'll never forget you. We'll remember you every time we stand at your grave. And we won't let the fear of death, which each of us knows, stop us from living our lives. Because my friends will remember me when I'm here."

“I remember one morning…
getting up at dawn…
there was such a sense of possibility!
You know? That feeling?
And… and I remember thinking to myself:
'So this is the beginning of happiness…'
'This is where it starts!'
'And, of course, there'll always be more.'
Never occurred to me
it wasn't the beginning,
It was happiness.
It was the moment…”
by Virgínia Woolf

«У тебя будет много поклонников и поклонниц. Как не полюбить существо, фонетически совпадающее с сердцем всемирного либидо…»

«Или вы объединитесь как один человек с одним сердцем, или здесь будет место вашего погребения».

Сейчас мы находимся именно в таком состоянии. Мы должны только пожелать соединиться, ведь сами мы не способны ни на одно действие – ни на хорошее, ни на плохое.