Book: White stones Harumi

Accessibility Wonderland corrupting no less than their complete inability to.

It is impossible to betray the person with whom you have nothing in common.

It is simply impossible to force yourself to do some thing, while you push you to the wall!

People can't be happy, it is contrary to his nature.

I'm not coming home - solved! The sky trembles like water.
How many thousands of steps from the marshy lowlands to the cold as the hands of the moon?
The bare branches bend under the weight of birds. Mind bird is screaming, it doesn't matter.
Let him holler. I have in stock the last breath of silence.
I'm not coming home ever, but it will be dead by morning.
The dark wind, and the night is cold the moon rotate at the damage, nothing!
You know, bird, I don't have a single drop of a servant, and not a drop of goodness, and not a drop of love, and not a drop of me.

The one who has a chance at least for a moment to be in someone else's skin, you want to reconsider the use of words whose sound is similar, with a scornful spitting.

Each of us lives surrounded by mysterious creatures - other people. But when you are inquisitive peers into the face of another stranger, you see only your own reflection. Often distorted beyond recognition, but still... suppose you are able to read the thoughts of others - so what? "I hate you!" thinks stranger, and you think he is the worst enemy, because you yourself would have used the word "hate", only thinking about the enemy. And actually no, he is not the enemy. Stranger strongly care about you, he just, say, a headache, and at such times he thinks with hatred of any living creature that comes in his way.

I love life in all its manifestations, provided that these manifestations differ in some variety.

Our chatter I haven't had a chance to say goodbye to this city.
To leave is to say goodbye. Why do we have any further ceremony? I used all the time tried to make something special, leaving a particular place. When I was very young and stupid, even poems every time he wrote on this occasion... And then suddenly realized that any departure - the act is quite self-sufficient.

Old age is a horrible thing, but one definite advantage it still has. It eliminates illusions. From all illusions, including about their own exceptionalism.

I almost heard the gentle ringing of tearing the silver webs and realized it's time to leave. The parting was over, and now these three nothing attached. Even their memories of each other from now on, safely hidden in the secret box, the lid of which is embossed inscription: "doesn't matter".

Just you he's always loved, and you have one fun feature is that you all reciprocate. And therefore absolutely do not understand the people. All who likes you for your deep conviction - nice people, and other villains, what to look for.

We try on words, thoughts and actions of others, to make up at least some idea about them... And it usually turns out to be wrong, because we know that says or does the other person, but don't know why...

There's nothing worse than a clear, Sunny morning in any season and at any point in the Universe, if you are not allowed to sleep. I had to suppress my strong desire to catch all the sunbeams in the district and personally kick each of them!