Book: Martin. Page 2

She lived without men. That is, she did not have such men, whose mind could cause her a glimmer of desire to touch her.

Bring a straw. You know... the same one which grabs the drowning man.

You exalted. You're not exploded, nothing can break many times a year, and if that exploded, it is not exactly heart.

I woke up in sorrow, fell asleep in sorrow and wanted to be in sorrow. That was the period.

Words - that's the biggest lie that men are taking us.

In her head no more thoughts, there was only tears.

She felt she was doing something wrong, something that nobody expected, and... she liked it.

... cut the wings, sedated butterflies and heart broken...

The soul cannot be seen from the point of view of an engineer.

If you dive a few times in the closet for the sake of man, then you really want it took off you panties. Here's to them and you have to focus, and the rest to forget.

... sometimes the death of a dream is no less sad than death itself.

Always when the phone is not ringing, I know it's you...

Love is when you want to experience with someone all four seasons. When I want to escape with someone from the spring rain under covered with flowers of lilac and summer to gather berries and swim in the river. Autumn together to jam, and seal the Windows from the cold. Winter - to help survive the cold and long evenings...