Book: The Thief Of Time

- Three times? Lobsang asked. - Too much. What I mean to say is that in most species it only happened once.

In general, Jeremy tried his best to be an interesting person. The trouble was that he belonged to the category of people who, having decided to become an interesting person, first of all went in search of a book How to

- ... Food left?
- No. All done last night, said Lobsang and added with hope: - I heard that really advanced monks are able to draw life force out of thin air...
And I believe that this is possible only on the planet Sausage, - cut off Liu Jie.

In General, human beings should pay tribute. They had a very strange feature in the universe. Even her grandfather had often noted it. No other species on the Flat world and couldn't think of boredom. Perhaps it is boredom, not mental development, forced people to climb the ladder of evolution. Trolls and dwarves also have acquired this strange ability to look at the universe and think, "Oh, same as yesterday, how dull. I wonder what would happen if I crack a stone out of the head?"

I mean, sometimes you look at the universe and think "what am I?" hear how the universe responds to you: "what are you?"

Learn to do it right before you step on the grass, otherwise you can say goodbye to their legs.

... He was one of those people who decided to become interesting people, first tries to find the book "How to be interesting" and look for some courses.

- You would rip someone apart for candies with coffee filling?
- With coffee grain on top or just a filling?
- No coffee grain, I think.
- No, I would not.

War? If war is so bad, why are people so passionate about it?

- Death... In the end, what is death?
- Just a long sleep.

The makeup on her delicate porcelain face was struck clown. And the blind. And in Boxing gloves. In full fog.

Individuality define yourself through other individuals

- Look at everything with optimism. We are young, we have all the time in the world... - she raised her wrench on the shoulder.
- Let's go disco.

All the fingers were clenched, except the middle.
- You know what that mean, monk?
- Not too friendly of a gesture, PAL.
Oh, very superficial interpretation. Tell me what you mean, and understand who I am.
Is your middle finger?
- Fu...
fu?
- Yes, phew! You have brains, use them!