"You ask me why do I play by this rule: give nothing back.

"Can you remember the time when everyone stabbed you in the back and left you with nothing but hatred and smoldering ashes of your soul? Those are the times when desperation and self pity are very tempting. But the thought of revenge always saves you and the thought that one day you will triumph, always keeps you going.

"Bits and shreds of agony are left to yourself like a legacy of a goddamn evil party. Those ghouls come, raid your life, taking everything you hold dear and then they laugh at you, knowing that in that instant you're being left naked of your beliefs, of your desires... of everything that was meant to be held dear to you. And the irony is this: when one thing goes uncontrollably bad, the same thing happens with everything else. The balance of life is gone for a short time and the pillars of your life crumble with unimaginable speed. Your soul cries in the deepest and most humiliating agony, your heart bursts with sorrow, anguish and pain... everything dear fades in the face of chaos. You fear losing that which you price most, you shout and yell, but no one seems to hear you.