Book: Maur, the disciple of Death. Page 2

Moore was hurt. It's one thing not to want to marry someone, and quite another to hear that come out don't want for you.

- What is it called when you have a warmth inside, you're happy with everything and want everything to remain as it is?
I believe that's called happiness.

Don't you find that a world in which people are killed and then they are not dead, deserves the title a hell of a stupid world?

- You know, he's not a fool, broke the silence of the day!. - Well, that is, a fool will not be called.
- Brains him on the spot, confirmed LASEK. - However, sometimes he starts thinking so hard that you have to bash him on the head.

People never see is the existence of what they think is impossible.

- Here they are - mortals - continued Death. All that they have - not many years in this world. And they spend precious years of my life in the complication of everything you touch.

- All because the time can be adjusted was the answer to the question surprised Maura. - Actually it is not so important.
- I always thought it was important.
- People think it matters only because they invented it.

According to the philosopher Lai Tinh Widle known only one thing that can travel faster than ordinary light. It is a monarchy. The reasoning Vids something like this: at any given moment you can't have more than one king. Along with this tradition requires that between the kings there are no gaps. Therefore, when the king dies, the throne should pass to the heir instantaneously. Presumably, says the philosopher, there must be some elementary particles - coroline or perhaps korolevoy ensuring continuity. But of course even here there are punctures, and the circuit is interrupted. It is then, for example, when corolin with the fly crashes into the antiparticle, or a Republic.

Collecting the world, the Creator gave to the surface a lot of outstanding, original and generally excellent ideas. However, to make the world understand its task was not included.

In this illuminated by bright flames of candles, the room kept iseismometer. The rack for the shelves stretch squat hourglasses, one glass vessel for each living person. They work continuously without requiring plant pour, and pour your fine sand from the future into the past. Each falling grain of sand adds an inconspicuous silk sound in General whistling, why it seems that the room fills with sound of the sea tide.
And here the owner of this wonderful room, he slowly and majestically walks along the shelves. He looks preoccupied. His name is Death.

Funny thing, these lashes, - he mused after the end of the experiment. - You don't notice them - until you lose.

Lonely inveterate alcoholics always create around themselves a kind of mental field, providing them with complete independence from the environment and isolation from thereof.

- To love is to suffer, in Isabelle's answer sounded grim confidence knowledgeable professional. In love should be lots of dark passion.
- Is it necessary?
- Absolutely. And more flour.

He was wrong, at the end of the tunnel was still light. And it was a flamethrower.