Игрок 1. Что с нами будет?

Everyone wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die.

Ah, rich, nourishing booze. With the first drink comes the truth, with the second drink comes wishful thinking, and with the third drink come the lies. What would we do without sweet, nourishing alcohol?

Life is more like a book than a painting.

When time is used up, does it go to some kind of place like a junkyard? Or down a river like a waters beneath Niagara Falls? Does time evaporate and turn into rain and start all over again?

Karen knows she looks younger than forty. Perhaps thirty-six - or thirty-four with a drinking problem.

Wait - why am I fooling myself?

Your body isn't even a body - it's an ecosystem.

Cash is what defines us as a species. Nothing else in the universe has money.

Why, she thinks, should I care if strangers think I'm a slut?

Мы, люди, попались в ловушку времени. В этом наша беда. В том, что мы вынуждены истолковывать жизнь как последовательность событий — как историю, как повесть, — и если мы не находим свою историю, то чувствуем неуверенность и растерянность.