The night came slowly, first the cool odour of it, and then the darkness. Beyond my window spread the great city, the street lamps, the red and blue and green neon tubes bursting to life like bright night flowers.

«Ask the Dust» John Fante.

The insomnia distance of everything, a copy of a copy of a copy. You can’t touch anything, and nothing can touch you.

«Fight Club» Chuck Palahniuk.

I don`t care what you think about me. I don`t think about you at all.

Coco Chanel.

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face — forever.

«1984» George Orwell.

…you’re one of those space monkeys. You do the little job you’re trained to do.

Pull a lever.

Push a button.

You don’t understand any of it, and then you just die.

«Fight Club» Chuck Palahniuk.