He Doesn't Look Like He's Dead, But He Is

I assure you. But he's still dreaming. Death is a game. A fairy tale for children. Real souls don't die. Good, honest souls don't perish.

From Very Volatile Russia, to Dear Dirty America, death is but a dream.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Almost perished in front of a firing squad.



And it scrambled him into being one of the greatest novelists. Like this: