Book: The Sons Of Anansi

Mrs. Higgler sniffed.
- The trouble with you young people, she said. - You think you know everything, and themselves only yesterday on light were born. Yes I am in my life forgot more than you'll ever know.

Stories similar to spiders with their long legs, similar to spider webs, in which the man himself and confused, but which seems so beautiful when you see them under a leaf in the morning dew, and so delicately connected, each with every minute.

Sadness will eat you up inside, leaving only skin and bones.

- You showed up in my life. You pissed off my boss and sicced the cops on me. You kissed my girlfriend. You ruined my life.
"Wait," interrupted Spider. In my opinion, with the latter, and you did it perfectly.

And the answer to the question of why spiders bite, simple. Because spiders think this is funny, because they want to be bitten ever about them not forget.

Mother always said that every day should be to wear clean underwear in case you get hit by a car, and brush your teeth - in case will be identified by dental records.

A few minutes lasted, "you hang up" "no you hang up" - that would honor some fifteen victims of hormonal intoxication, and finally hung up.

If he firmly believes in his sanity, sure to a degree usually found only in those who unquestioningly believes himself to be Julius Caesar, sent to save the world from the evil hordes, we decided that is crazy.

History is network, thick, thread to thread, and you follow to the center of each story, because the center is the final. And every person is a thread.

I wonder, is the silence of the grave from, say, the silence of space?

Fat Charlie was thirsty and his head ached, his mouth was filthy, his eyes too small for the head. All the teeth itch, stomach burned with fire, and back ached with such pain that starts from the knees and reaches the forehead, brains it's as if withdrawn and replaced with cotton swabs, needles and pins, that's why it was hard to even try to think, the eyes are too round, and during the night rolled out and then nailed back roofing nails...
Besides, any sounds louder friction the friend about the friend of the molecules in Brownian motion above his pain threshold. And he wanted to die.

I love the way you smell! - she said to him. This is some kind of Cologne?
- Only me, - he said.
- Then you need to pour in bottles.

If someone asked you if you wanted to live to one hundred and four years, say "no". Everything hurts. All. I have pains in places that science hasn't even discovered.

... she didn't like the fact that here, in China, issued in Chinese cuisine, and she can't wait to return to London to eat real Chinese food.