Book: Maur, the disciple of Death. Page 1

I fear not death. I fear what will come after.

And since Death must be the loneliest creature in the universe. On the great party of the Universe he spends all the time in the kitchen.

- Sodomy non sapiens, muttered under his breath albert.
- What does that mean?
- So: if I understand any of it, then I'm homosexual.

The fact that you were born in the saddle, does not mean that you have there and die.

Sad but true: the vehicles, which at a distance looked like going over the edge of the world, has not disappeared over the horizon - they really fell off the Edge of the world.

His attention was not lost that the boy is now sitting much less elbows than he remembered, sticking out before. In addition, he's standing straighter and easily uses words like "probable duration".

Woe to a world that doesn't have any respect for age.

The priests only doing it to convince people how much better they will be when they die. And we say that here it can be very nice if to make the brain.

Kissing she melted away, until it disappeared entirely, leaving only a kiss. Just like the smile of the Cheshire cat only much more erotic.

If you want to achieve something in life, you must learn to listen!

- What about the souls of men?
They have the form of people.

He's not someone who become. He's the one who you are.

He is a true artist didn't need cheap effects.

It's the aristocrats, a boy. They ate the dog to see and ignore what they have under the nose.