Book: Foam of the days

Books were in alphabetical order, but the owner did not know the alphabet, so Chic found the shelf Partre between the letters "B" and "T".

The shop owner was Smoking a pipe of peace, the comfort in the complete works of Jules Romain, who wrote his volume exclusively for this purpose.

- Wow! Anything else does not.
- It does not matter. You also don't look like anybody.

When one is in love, he is known, becomes stupid.

- I am in despair and at the same time, inconceivably happy. Cool when it is so wildly want what you want... I want to lay on burned grass, you know, when the sun was hot, and the soil is quite dry and the grass is yellow, like straw and brittle, and it is full of all sorts of insects, and they are torn on the dry moss. Prone and look at it all. And that nearby there was a stone fence, and gnarled trees with leaves. Then all at once itlegal.
- And Chloe?
- And Chloe, of course. Chloe in the idea.

She shook her head to throw back his curly shiny hair, and strong form pressed my temple to the cheek Knee.
The circle was silent, and he felt that from now on the rest of the world is not worth it and damn.

She was pretty. But Tribes knew her parents.

Are you playing the fool on my nerves...

But is it possible to allow the woman to stay with you just because she loves you?

Good minutes are better remembered than bad. Why, then, bad?...

There are seconds where greater than a century.

Naked love can be built entire cities. The easiest way to find it is to leave the house and go nowhere.

What you do not have to lose that have not to protect.

Silence - speech, distance is the best doctor.