PostMortem

“Mates are a waste of fucking time. They are always ready to drag you down tae their level of social, sexual and intellectual mediocrity.”
― Irvine Welsh, Trainspotting

“There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream

“Навън пейзажът изглеждаше сякаш нарисуван от художник сюрреалист. Слънцето не можеше да пробие облаците и през дъждовната пелена сградите изглеждаха плашещи и нереални: вече не бяха само мрачни и злокобни безлични кутии от бетон и стъкло, оцветени в сиво. Очертанията им се разкривяваха, размити линии се срещаха в размазани ъгли, пречупени през кривата водна призма. Вода, вода и пак вода - превзела земя и небе, мъчеща се да ги съшие в едно, да измести въздуха и да покрие всичко в нерушимия монолит на властта си." - Бранимир Събев, "Водният град”
― Бранимир Събев, Априлска жътва

“Men have called me mad; but the question is not settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence -- whether much that is glorious -- whether all that is profound -- does not spring from disease of thought -- from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who only dream by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however rudderless or compassless, into the vast ocean of the ‘light ineffable’.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora