Book: Disappeared

Thank people very hard for me. People perform their duties, and then expect from you a high estimate is - as attendants in the ice cream, put on the table and cups for tips.

Sleep, he's like a cat: come when you stopped paying attention to it.

I'm not interested in the planned experience. You want the man sitting in ambush and suddenly attack, a kind of predatory animal-lover.

We don't do anything on time.

The man of every woman's dreams in tune with the image of the ideal women in the imagination of men - passionate, gentle, loves sex and hard liquor.

Women do a lot of good deeds, which is why it is considered worthless.

Truth is a flexible thing, the main thing is to choose the right expert.

But smart does not prevail over free.

I'm tired of people condemning me for the sole reason that I fit a particular pattern.

Nick and I complement each other. What I have a slight oversupply, that he is a small drawback. I like rose, bristled with thorns because of too much parental care, and he has a million stab wounds from his father's offense. And my thorns fit perfectly with them.

Here's my advice to all women: never marry a man who has no house of decent scissors. To anything good it will not.

And among the General pretense how can you talk about affinity? We don't have a real shower.

I never understood why this is considered a compliment - like you all.

You two are the most fucked in the head people are all fucked in the head people I've ever seen, but I specializers.