Book: Encyclopedia of myths. Page 2

... the sky - blue satin frivolous, a kind of vast "family" cowards of the deity, as befits a normal the may sky.

The answer existed, but the wording did not respond.

..."Under the wing" - is a good idea, I need to love, to care, to cherish and to give me a lot of money, but still no one came to mind to implement this progressive program...

...we're aware that all garbage except for bees, and bees are also garbage, but we do not say it, because people are divided into those who knows nothing and those who do not understand no-th-th!

Some things to remember it is almost impossible. But usually it turns out that they only have value.

All need to be happy enough. Each have lots of things different. But there's always something wrong.

... I have not once felt like I was doing something wrong. All right, all right, all turns, pleased with me, praise me, I'm the best... but still - not! But it so happened that I'm sad, and everything goes wrong, and I want to sleep twenty hours a day, because Wake does not promise special pleasures, but the heart is easy and calm, deep down I know everything is correct, everything goes according to plan, so be it.

It is absurd, waking up, regretting your yesterday's sweet dream; it is doubly absurd to regret it on the threshold of a new dream.

To seven evenings are still a lot of time, but I know how unreliable crafty this element; I am well aware that every hour is different from the other, it can be much shorter or, conversely, longer than expected, and you never know how big a hours enrolled at your disposal.

Own panic reflected in the pupils of the middle, increases in a geometrical, even, and unprecedented, are not amenable to mathematical description, of progression.

Sometimes sex is just an excuse to talk. Good, by the way, the reason.

For the one who tasted death for a taste of the former affection have no meaning, that he himself never thought about it.

There is nothing more foolish than to explain impossible things, clinging to old design: just the fingernails, with nothing doing.

... One of them was absolutely to my taste, the second belonged to a species of women, whom I cannot see. For some reason, they very often go in pairs, these two types, and monsters after about beauties from my attacks. Ah!..