If the world could write by itself, it would write like Tolstoy.

A well-thought-out story doesn’t need to resemble real life. Life itself tries with all its might to resemble a well-crafted story.

A phrase is born into the world both good and bad at the same time. The secret lies in a slight, an almost invisible twist. The lever should rest in your hand, getting warm, and you can only turn it once, not twice.

The orange sky is rolling across the sky like a severed head, gentle light glimmers in the ravines among the clouds, the banners of the sunset are fluttering above our heads. The stench of yesterday’s blood and slaughtered horses drips into the evening chill.

No iron can stab the heart with such force as a period put just at the right place.

There is no iron that can enter the human heart with such stupefying effect, as a period placed at just the right moment.

No iron spike can pierce a human heart as icily as a period in the right place.