“The impatient man of courage is like a premature ejaculation.” — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko and Yury Nesis Copy Share Image
“Though a modern woman’s computer is more intimate than her bed...” — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko and Yury Nesis Copy Share Image
“With those that you love, it’s more or less understood—there’s often a love-hate duality with no in-between. It’s more complicated with those you are… — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko and Yury Nesis Copy Share Image
“I don’t even like cemeteries. Morgues, either, nor anatomy museums, undertakers’ parlors, funeral chapels, or any of those places where the world of the… — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko and Yury Nesis Copy Share Image
“To me, the café was a morning casino. A casino where I played for my life, staked the dawning day and, like any inveterate… — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko and Yury Nesis Copy Share Image
“The brain of the modern human is no longer capable of understanding reality directly. It used to be that a person lived, looked toward the horizon, howled at the moon, and formed his conceptions, however biased, based on his own experiences and observations. There used to be this thing called independent learning. Not anymore. They crystallize our brains like ice… — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko and Yury Nesis Copy Share
“The impatient man of courage is like a premature ejaculation.” — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko and Yury Nesis Copy Share Image
“I drank the dregs of the wine to what remained of my health. I gave the last of my fervor for what remained of… — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko and Yury Nesis Copy Share Image
“I imagined/felt their palms sweating, their sweat mingling, mutually fertilized, and dripping to the ground, where it gave birth to a scolopendra, the forked… — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko and Yury Nesis Copy Share Image
“The first teacher, the first kiss, and the first crime. I’ve always been hindered by my dislike for repetition. The first time you do… — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko and Yury Nesis Copy Share Image
“I tried to appear more normal than I was, so that those around me wouldn’t think I was less normal than I was, and… — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko and Yury Nesis Copy Share Image
