Book: This side of Paradise. Page 4

The new generation... It's because every time a new - in the twentieth - their own, in the sixties and his own, and now, in the nineties - is also his own. But really, in the sixties or the thirties, people thought differently than now? Really then they fought for nothing? Everything flows, nothing changes! We all fought for one, been looking for one, had the same dream. Young people again and again looking for freedom, each time thinking, making it the first time. And we can not tell why the struggle was worth while, why we decide to spend themselves without reserve, to burn, to love, to rebel and to rise from the ashes. We, the new generation, to understand that all gods dead, all wars have died down, all faith is undermined.

This is not a Corporation - just "Rosalind, company with unlimited liability". Fifty-one percent of the shares, the name, the value of the company and all other is estimated at twenty-five thousand annual income.

All true love is ninety five percent passion plus a pinch of jealousy.

Filthy world! The worst part about it is I! God, why am I not a man? Why am I not a fool? Here you are, you're dumber than me, not much, but all the same, and are free to romp around until bored, and then change the setting and again to frolic, free to have fun with girls, not entangled in the network of emotions, free to think anything, and no one will blame you. And I mind I have more than enough, but I'm chained to a sinking ship, the inevitable marriage. And for whom? For most men I'm too smart, and meanwhile, to attract their attention, is forced to descend to their level, then they at least have fun, can treat me in a condescending way.

From the summer there is no holiday, ' she said. Summer love is not for us.

- Oh, those intellectuals...
- And you understand what that word means?
Usually it means...
It always means: an intelligent and well-educated.

None of those virtues of unselfish nature that I could not use. I can sacrifice, to show compassion, to make a gift to a friend, endure for a friend, to give his life for a friend - all because for me it may be the best way of expression; but simple human kindness in me no drops.

The spirit of the past, blessing the new generation, the chosen youth from the world, full of flaws and misconceptions that still suckle on our mistakes and half-forgotten dreams of dead statesmen and poets. The new generation, day after day, night after night, as half asleep shouting old slogans, attached to the old articles of faith; doomed sooner or later at the call of love and ambition to plunge into the dirty gray turmoil fueled by fear of the future and worship to success.

He found that he was lucky in life because he is able to grow indefinitely in good times and in bad.

You, of course, not sorry to get away from me. For people like you and me, home, where we do not.

The mind and abilities of people are different, but the bellies are all basically the same.

If blonde doesn't know how to keep the conversation going, we called her "doll", the silent brunette believe a jackass. And along with this the world is full of "interesting silent brunettes" and "languorous brunettes", totally brainless, but nobody for some reason it wasn't.

Life is a fucking mess... Football in which all players out of the game and there is no judge, and everyone shouts that the judge would be on his side.

Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, fake instead of those warm and blissful night, they dream in April.