Book: 1Q84. Page 4

Anyone who is bullied in his own house over his wife and children, in the soul - wimp and a bastard. Only wimps choose as the victim of those who are even weaker. To mock them without fear of reprisal.

... righteous motives are not always lead to correct results.

The sky outside the window flashed something dark. Probably a bird. Maybe out of this world again fly away someone's soul.

... the wine that is drunk alone, almost no taste.

... Of tango for words, just tiles of different shapes, putting in the new previous, so that does not leave gaps. And if a word is not suitable, articial until he stood between the others, as it should. Because say what you will, but precisely from the subtle, almost imperceptible nuances between the words come to life (or, conversely, dying) any history.

Me too such happens. Look at the map and suddenly there is a wild desire to go to God knows where. As far away from the amenities and benefits of civilization. And to see what sort of landscape and that in those places at all. To fever, to tremble. But where do you get that desire appear, anyone can't explain. Curiosity in its purest form. Inexplicable inspiration.

We cannot return life as worthless merchandise to the store and exchange for something better. Wry, absurd, strange - but what is gained, and vlachi all the way, host...

If you do the right thing and from the heart - it does not mean that you are free to do anything.

And if to speak frankly, of all the authors I above all appreciate only those who personally makes me read without stopping.

In evidence of the fact that the world is stuck somewhere between despair and disaster, you can easily see from the window of an apartment.

... in this world there are many people striving toward a lifestyle with deceased brain. Just because it is easier and more joyful. No need to think about anything complicated, just follow all of the above is told, and your feeder you will ever take.

Trim excess much easier than trying to fill the void.

By and large, the purpose of any story - not the solution, but an attempt to turn the problem and show it from a new angle. And already how rapidly it is made and which side is turned, depends, there will be at least a hint on how to solve this problem.

Butterflies - the most ephemeral and the most beautiful creatures on Earth. Appear from somewhere, quietly living out their tiny lives, without requiring almost nothing, and then disappear, perhaps, in some other world... not the same as ours.