Book: Encyclopedia of myths. Page 3

Disgusting when you irresponsibly fooling all sorts of astrologers-palmists and other official representatives of the wonderful. They seemed to force us to become skeptics simply in order to not feel duped. The instinct to preserve the feelings of mental superiority are sometimes even stronger than the instinct of self-preservation, and it is, in fact, strange and ridiculous.

Actually, I love when people act like they love me. Sincerity I do not require; a ritual dance is enough. But it is absolutely necessary.

I think that the destiny of man is quite plastic and subject to alteration. But only as long as it is formulated. The notorious freedom of choice takes place only on the wild heaths of fate, which runs between cultivated, is described by the plots... of Course, do not have to be a great prophet to beat someone else's life nailed to the fence next event...

It was discovered suddenly that the world consists of several layers: on the surface - a thin cellophane of familiar voices, underneath, the slippery silk of sunlight goes even deeper - the fragile, but the healing gauze bandage familiar domestic interior, and underneath, a thick felt layer of nothingness, darkness, which is felt not with the eyes but the whole body...

It is believed that to live for their own pleasure - "bad". The parents seemed to have set a goal to raise more or less bearable the wait staff are little people that need to devote their existence to other highly protein organisms which are not able to please himself (because, of course, also absorbed other people's worries). It is well known fact that to do strange things a lot easier than my own, so all that is included in a vicious circle of perpetual concern for each other, quite pleased and I've got nothing going.
Well, okay.
And still, still...
There are days that brings us closer to death, and there are just days of life - those that have been lived solely for their own pleasure, and therefore is timeless.
First, as usual, many (almost all), the second... well, happen sometimes.
Stupid and ridiculous proportion, right?

The human mind is able to make the tragedy any trifling incident.

This town is bigger than reality, but less than a dream, because it's someone else's dream, smile Almatadema, the light in the middle of the tunnel, to the end that no one was getting out alive...

The theory, which is not able to present for fifteen minutes, to my taste, not worth anything.

Courage leaves me, it is bullet flies out of the room, vulgar slams the door, even a farewell note don't leave, you bastard.

If you'd always be on the lookout, if you stop to believe their own eyes and ears, if for every trick you got a response, no one will hurt you.

The most amazing woman in the world (the only woman in the world, other Ghost) almost every day opens with his key in my door - why did I still?

(...) if we go their way, have to do without satellites.

You with me lucky (...) I am with you too, of course. But honestly, you were more fortunate.

Will be back. Sooner or later, one way or another, you or someone else.