Book: Encyclopedia of myths. Page 4

"Created for love" - for women this means only a constant willingness to be doomed to a painful, painful dependence on another person is almost the first, who under a hand will turn up. That's why they turn to the workers: in any society, in any culture, I thought. - The possibility of blackmail is almost limitless, and, therefore, the temptation to wrap up their advantage.

Looking in the window of the viewfinder, he found the easiest way to approach the unattainable ideal: it is possible to choose the most beautiful picture, and all other write-overs.

My mind in turmoil, he timidly informs me, your Lord and master, that never before have I been so well-prepared for the fitting of a straitjacket.

You should not push away the friendly hand, no matter how bizarre it may seem a way to stretch.

- I left my grandmother say quietly. And grandfather, I left. I went from the hare and the wolf left... who the hell is that supposed to go? Gone! And where it came from? But it is not clear. And, in General, doesn't matter, because and hence will soon have to leave.

- (...) I am against the institution of marriage...
- This is just complete nonsense ( ... ), suddenly angry with Olga. - Easy to be the enemy of some "Institute"; much harder to take care of a single living man.

Reading is just a clever way to kill time. The art of dreaming is for the lazy, the drug for careful adventure for the faint-hearted; I am an avid reader, I know whereof I speak.

... good reason urgent procedure closed on prevention.

Don't forget to turn off the world before bedtime.

No, I wasn't sick of the world, but I truly felt that the world is sick of me.

- You died in the great linguist, Max. Sometimes it smells, but it does not matter: each somebody is dead, we are all the walking coffins.

Freedom to speak is meaningless: nobody really knows what it is, but just let me introduce myself a big specialist in this issue. Among the fans to speculate on this topic I have not met a single soul that has at least a vague idea about the subject. Who knows - silent, creepy hiding your treasure at the bottom of the eye wells.

You never know where you'll get lucky.