Book: We

And I need her, and that I care about her "need".

She's stronger than me, and I will do as she wants.

Ridiculous: just wrote what he pleases. As funny and ridiculous as what the ancient of the sea all day and night stupidly fought on the shore, and the waves of the millions of kilogrammetres - went only to the promotion of feelings among lovers. We of the loving whisper of the waves - produced electricity, of bristling rabid foam of the beast - we did pet: and in the same way we have tamed and saddled the once wild element of poetry.

Steel - rust; the ancient God created an ancient, i.e., able to wrong person - and therefore he was wrong. The multiplication table is wiser, absolutnie ancient God: it never - know never wrong.

To be original means to somehow stand out among others. Therefore, to be original is to violate equality... And that stupid ancient language was called "to be trivial", we mean: only to do his duty.

I got the idea because the man is just crazy as these preposterous "apartments" - human heads are opaque, and only a tiny window inside: the eye. It's like she guessed - turned. "Well, here are my eyes. Well?"
Before me two creepy-dark box, and inside is a mysterious, alien life. I only saw the fire burning there some kind of a "fireplace" and some figures, like...
This of course was natural: I saw myself reflected. But it was unnatural and unlike me (it was obviously a painful action of the situation) - I definitely felt trapped, imprisoned in this cage of wild, felt captured in the wild whirlwind of the ancient life.

I have in relation to the one State has it right - be punished, and that right I will not yield. None of us, ciphers, must not, dare not refuse it for his only - the most valuable rights.

Our gods are here with us in the Office, in the kitchen, in the Studio, in the bathroom; the gods have become like us: ergo, we have become like gods. And to you, my unknown planetary readers, we will come to make your life divinely reasonable and accurate as ours...

Is all of this madness is love, jealousy is not only idiotic ancient books? And most importantly - me! Equations, formulas, numbers and... this is nothing! Nothing...

A true algebraic love of mankind will certainly inhuman, and an indispensable sign of truth is its cruelty.

Love requires, Yes, ruthlessly.

Everything in human society is infinitely improved and should be improved. What a hideous weapon was the ancient whip - and how much beauty...

The most difficult and high love is cruelty.

Since there is such an ice breaker, which could crack the clearest and strongest crystal of our life...