Book: The rose labyrinth

Will was a pleasure to cook for her, entertain her, sing to her, to make love to her like no one before him; but he knew that he never would be able to dissolve it enough to drown out the voice of his clear political views, which resulted in a fierce debate with her brainless friends and their spineless buddies. In short, he could never settle in it reliable and, from his point of view, lulling world.

The living entity does not die; like all complex organisms, they just disintegrate. It's more like dissolving, not death. But the collapse means not destruction, but only the update. For what is ultimately vital energy?

Better talk to him. We can't know for sure that you perceive people in a coma. It is believed that the hearing remains to the last. He now knows things that are inaccessible to our understanding beyond... I really believe in it.

I'm the one who is, - whatever I do. I am free to be as you are, and the only I will. His will, I can only be who he was. Let the will of someone else I was such - there are those who doubt who I am and who I was before.

He did not consider himself a believer - at least in the conventional sense of the word. Some religious ideas he had, and he was aware that there are things in the world, is inaccessible to his understanding, but in General he could not take seriously the idea of the immaculate conception, and in any case was not of those who are willing to share thoughts on this with everyone.

Their love has remained young, but the wind has changed.

The real strength of a man is to be the master not only his anger but also restraint.

No Shoe in the world will not help Cinderella, if she's going to miss every single chance.