Book: Maze Menina

Think about it: no matter how good was house of cards, how many would not the admiring observers saying that to build such a miracle from the ordinary pieces of glossy cardboard unthinkable, isn't so interesting life to be the proud founder and spare no efforts to protect his creation from drafts and unwary spectators. And not because of the greatest temptations that attend builders of card houses, is to pull one card from the bottom and fascinated to watch, like crumbles that you just created with your hands a little miracle.

Fun is the only worthwhile cure for fear.

Frankly, I have never experienced any special disgust for the traitors, as is well-understood : the thing is that some people live seriously, while others play a fascinating game called "life", on the move, inventing and changing the rules. And the first came up with a bunch of unflattering words to determine the action of the second, as a rule, inconvenient and dangerous to others.

- Master Nuflin dying? How can this be? - I asked, stunned.
- And why are you surprised? - shrugged Dzhuffin.
- It somehow does not fit with his image, - confusedly explained to me.

I stated a fact. When it squealed and struggled, but I still stated.

No one chooses for the sake of whom or what to sacrifice. You need to be a rare lucky one, to sacrifice themselves in the name of what you truly enjoy, not for someone else's uncle.

When a person does not know what to learn, and just solves the current problems, learning takes place faster and more efficiently.

Well, it was worth to bring the body and mind to such a deplorable state, to learn finally crushing the power of the spirit.

Obviously, the book of human fate meager plot, but rich in interpretations.

Miracles do not bring neither happiness nor comfort; improbable events do not free from the shackles of everyday life and just twist these strings in a different manner, before tightening them tighter... Unbearably tight, the truth is!

Actually, I tend to panic; elephants, hand-made by me from the flies, would be enough to settle zoos all inhabited worlds.

It is necessary to understand that the fickle world that owns your heart, far more fragile and unreliable than you ever dared to assume any simple joy makes shrill ringing any particular secret, hitherto silent string in the deep blue twilight of your being.

Stories about the past have a remarkable property: the listener begins to think in the present, no problems exist, and in the future can not be.

A close acquaintance with yourself, few people can remain optimistic.