Book: The key from the yellow metal

I am one of those unsophisticated people who can sincerely say: "this is a movie (or book, or song) about me". My case is even simpler, the whole truth about me is contained in a single short episode of "Blade Runner" - when the Replicant Rutger Hauer for a minute before the completion of the program sitting on the roof, talks about what he had seen his beautiful eyes, and lamenting that all these incredible things will sink into Oblivion with him. He holds in his hands a white bird, a dove, and the overall context is such that now, in the end, all life seems to him the greatest value.
Replicant Rutger Hauer, there's a striking blond, and I'm not, but this difference diminishes. All my life I sit on the fucking roof for a minute before death, then that my internal clock and a hundred, and a thousand years is too minute, even less, practically "here right now." All "here right now." And only in Germany in any of her manicured muhosranske, I feel like the dove, who is being held in your arms and never kill. And who would know what this unimaginable happiness, Easter holidays in hell, a velvet pillow for sitting on the razor's edge, the vacation due to the weather gods, thank you, Amen.

Love is not so often takes the form of the novel. Although sometimes, of course, happens. And it throws everyone off. I mean, universal formula "and so too happens" automatically replaced obviously erroneous "always just so".

That's why I love trains - sometimes you can be The one Who Watches, and nothing more.

The reality is also necessary to ventilate, Philip Karlovic.

I've met ugly women who are absolutely not concerned about your appearance, which certainly was to their advantage and added charm.

And such luxurious bags under the eyes come from?
- How - where? Them at the border give to all who fell asleep in the morning. And I, you know, first, all bags are mine.

Life suddenly began to seem to me very exciting; as for the absence in it of any meaning, not to change its position on this issue, he just ceased to excite me. While the process is interesting, it is possible to do without additional meaning. As required - not to prove but to feel.

Bohemia, contrary to common views, pretty damn boring.

Sometimes the lack of a precise formulation causes almost physical pain.