Book: Paper little people

Freedom should print an official warning like on a pack of cigarettes! To teach in schools, preach from the pulpit, proclaimed in Parliament: Mr. speaker, listen, listen, never trust her, noble virgin!

... bitter feeling of love is fruitless, pointless, hopeless, painful, and finally, ridiculous. Once again the clown slid his pants.

The writer is not an actor and musician. Face - not his dignity. Rather a disadvantage, but maybe not. The writer is impersonal.

- You tell the truth?
- Who is telling the truth?

Freedom - that's what I was facing. I advise you: there is nothing of her to try. Will see that it comes, you run. And if she tempts you to escape, stay where you are.

The old chirping, like grasshoppers, catching sight of a passing girl.

God, is she still in a trance, bride! It's filled with a secret pleasure the fact that she now knows that nobody else knows, the female joy of dedication, the knowledge that you're someone's possession, someone's slave, and that you have to hide it from my husband when I get pleasure, to make him believe that you are just playing where, as you well know, is the essence of human life.

People can convince themselves of anything. It's like a false pregnancy - all the symptoms are there, and there's no baby.

All that can happen to a person, it can happen to you!

Wealth is a secondary sex characteristic, like a talent, as a genius.

Yes, of course, our sins will always find us, the omnipresent God with a notebook and camera, and it does not allow us to take up a pose, but simply captures a picture at his unfathomable discretion, to our greater shame.

There are expressions that read like large font, and the most outstanding among them - contempt and hostility.

With sadness I saw in this the machinations of my eternal enemy: the spirit of farce again took up his antics.

Women should arrange a marriage for somebody else or they themselves are able to touch some rogues!