Book: Stone maples

The mind of man - a dog's tail, so if a pretzel - do not straighten, it is still bent.

With the woman in the hands of the calendar, greasy and shiny, like amber, you avoid to meet.

He's so self-absorbed in their colorless to blame the autumn that it's time to knock it inflated bull bladder on the head, as it did with the ancient thinkers of their servants.

Maybe you know how long the mosquito lives, to what depth the sea illuminated by the sun and how the soul of oysters, but you're far from the described Ayiana elderly servant, seeing everything through.

Death is not a battle, and the surrender of weapons, acta est fabula the game has been played in the ancient theatre were informed about the end of the performance.

When the writer James Joyce died, his book has remained unfinished. His friend carefully collected the two missing chapters from tape recordings and snatches of conversation, and the book is still published. I'd like to have a friend. A friend who sucks the thumb, like one hero from Islands of such myths in order to gain the gift of foresight, but if you feel that you lack the gift, you he puts his finger in his mouth.

Time, I thought, like blood, they say about him - runs, or stops, or Your time has expired, and also about him as if everything was agreed to: amount of water, proteins and various lipids, that is, the amount of movement of the absolute and all sorts of irreversibility. One strange man claimed that his time eating, naturally, as a dragon, with three heads - past, present and future, - it is obvious, eat more and each other, Yes, why, whom to be a dragon, if not the substance, of which everyone knows, but no one has ever seen.

Forgetting is a defense mechanism of the soul, some Windows should be covered with soot so that you don't go blind looking at tomorrow.

He has chenille fingertips and lips, and was dizzy and skin is dry and shiny, but she did not seem to notice this, it was, as one writer, "the charm of the heart" that allowed her to occupy themselves only pleasing to the eye items and tiring for the soul things.

Mom somehow knew that you need to shut up, when reality turns their back on you.

The best remedy for hatred is to bury her deep. In the land of dry feud saturated refractive years, will soften, will explain itself, will cease to be hard with a wire bundle, in which there is neither end nor beginning.

The great thing about rainstorms is that you get to see women suffer.
In a thunderstorm, especially clear you can see the women's sorrow.

To deal with the insanity is to have the window in the head to fly in and out whenever I want and not hide in the corners of consciousness pretending this is not happening to you.

The past is the most painful reason for us to fight, flee it impossible as it is flee evil deed, it is clear that the water turned into blood, will never become water, but you can - you can! - to turn away and drink...