On ets, món bonic

I find it hard to separate the Jesus who appears after the resurrection from the man who appears before; they seem to me to be all of one being.

... the instinct for beauty. Human beings lost that when the Berlin Wall came down. I’m not going to get into another argument with you about the Soviet Union, but when it died so did history. I think of the twentieth century as one long question, and in the end we got the answer wrong. Aren’t we unfortunate babies to be born when the world ended?

Даже если мы оба ужасны, это всё равно лучше, чем быть ужасным в одиночку.

Возможно, определённые виды боли, пережитые на определённом этапе жизни, впечатываются в самоощущение навсегда.

Presumably, remembered suffering never feels as bad as present suffering, even if it was really a lot worse – we can’t remember how much worse it was, because remembering is weaker than experiencing. Maybe that’s why middle-aged people always think their thoughts and feelings are more important than those of young people, because they can only weakly remember the feelings of their youth while allowing their present experiences to dominate their life outlook.

He’s like yourself. His self-esteem is alright, he just fucking hates his life.

И я хочу этого – доказать, что самое обычное человеческое дело – это не насилие или погоня за деньгами, но любовь и забота. Интересно, кому я собралась это доказывать? Наверное, самой себе.

Что, если не только редкие злодеи где-то там опасаются разоблачения? Что, если этого боится каждый из нас?