Book: Tower of fools

- The world will end in July. More precisely: the sixth of July. Friday. At noon.
- What year?
- Current, the Saint. Thousand four hundred and twenty-fifth.
- Soooo, - rubbed the chin of Charlie. - But, you know, there is a small "but".
Is what?
- It's September.
- It is not proof.
And already passed noon.
Circulos shrugged, then turned away and deliberately lay down in the straw.
- I knew there was no point in casting pearls before ignorant. Goodbye.

I broke the silence Zawisza - the man of the iron sword. I know what awaits me. Know your destiny. Know nearly forty years, from the day when he took up the sword. But I won't look back. Do not turn on the left behind the horse handheld, dog grave, and Royal treachery, the meanness, the pettiness and infidelity of the spirit. I will not deviate from the chosen path, sir Hans Mein Igel.
Hans Mein Igel did not say a word, but his great eyes flamed.
- However, - Zawisza the Black rubbed his forehead, I wish you told me how and Ranawana, love. Not death.

In this world, to survive, you have to sometimes sacrifice what you love.

You should never indifferent and heartless to pass by human misery. You should never turn to the poor man back. Mainly because the poor man may suddenly drop the stick on the head.

- Look, - stopping said Shirley. The Church, the tavern, the brothel, and between them a bunch of crap. Here is a parabola of human life.

War without knights and knighthood first, will become a common slaughterhouse. And then homicide.

When he emerged from the darkness, you didn't even flinch. Your voice didn't tremble. And then when you talked to him, then... just amazed... it was... a creature of the Night. Non-Human... Alien...
Zawisza the Black from Garbova looked long at him.
I know a lot of people... - he said finally, very seriously - a lot of people, much more alien to me.

Tomorrow will be different than Today. So different that people stop believing in Yesterday.

Last night I dreamed of saving the world. This morning on the salvation of mankind. Well, we have to measure forces with intentions. And save what you can.

The Creator made us in the image and likeness, but cared about individual properties.

Though arbitrarily time expires, nothing lies in the truth is will not turn.

Since when is years cure stupidity?

Not the dress makes the man, and human dignity. However, only well-dressed people feel truly worthy.

Not one myself, the throat of his own too-long tongue was cut...