Book: Clea

Sometimes everything happens so fast that you just don't have time to take into account... And never anything really don't know about people and how they hurt - enough to always have ready the right answer. Then I told her a good many things said to myself, of course. But it's too late. Everything is always too late.

The so-called process of existence is in reality a process of imagination. World - which we always introduce ourselves as "exterior" world - available only to introspection!

And why are the writers trying from the beginning to saturate the whole world with their own flour?

Understanding is not a function of reflection, but the stage of soul growth.

An art - to make the right enemies!

Genius, who can not be helped, should be politely ignored.

The essence of the words are what they are, and people are are what they are - maybe better to say is not always what you think, but exactly the opposite?

Puritan culture requires art two main things: it must assert the basis of the dominant morality, and to flatter the national feeling. Anything beyond that - from the evil one.

I realized that in order to become an artist, you need to peel away the skin of all cherished egotism, thanks to which the expression is perceived as the only means of growing up! And since that's impossible, I called this the Full Joke!

The artist consists of three things - of narcissism, vanity and laziness.

You know, being a virgin is such a terrible condition, like as not pass the entrance or to fill up the diploma. I can't wait to shove, of course, and all that... for all that, this valuable experience is acquired with someone who is truly meant to you, otherwise it would not make sense to your inner self.

It's not fair to look at the sleeping woman, when she is not alert.

If the war had not been a possibility to die, it was the opportunity to grow up, really vnuchata in stagnant smell of life and to learn to accept change.

It would be simply absurd to deny the simple truth that death (even vague, just dissolved in the air) makes the kissing more and adds barely tolerated spice in every smile, every handshake.