Book: Range

The gods don't burn bridges, this is the people.

The bottle was not zero to five, which inevitably would entail a continuation and not a liter, what is permissible for young people and therefore careless. Zero seven, as befits a cultural, social drinker Russian people are not going to stay up late and scare the neighbors songs.
... got a second zero seven, because he was not only a cultural and not a drinker, but also an intelligent Russian man.
...took out of the fridge the small, zero, five, a bottle of vodka - after all, he was not just a cultural and intelligent Russian man, but also differed laziness that drives people to do stocks commodities.

- Then why are you worried about empty?
Because I'm reasonable...

What is the difference in the names which we are called? [...] It's how we call ourselves. Alone with the alone, when only God and the devil can hear...

As a man full-blooded Russian (before the Tatar-Mongol yoke), he firmly believed that we Jews not disappoint, will definitely bring everything to a reasonable and convenient form.

I wanted to suffer, to repent and to experience catharsis. Inescapably it is the desire of the Russian intelligentsia, fostered great writers from the nineteenth century and is the leading cause of alcoholism, cardiovascular disease, and revolutionary sentiment in the persons with education above the average.

... a sense of humor - the little that always distinguishes the mind from reason.

I can think of a happy ending, <...> but how can I think of another life?

Well, what a curse is hanging over the people: if the spirituality, to the detriment of common sense, if liberty, the massacre and arson, if faith, then anger ulcer-castrato, if the feast, then hangover for a week.

In his youth should learn and rage, to fight injustice and shake the world... and to search through mountains of waste rock in search of precious nuggets of knowledge is the privilege of maturity.

Never promise to quit Smoking with the new year, exercise from next month and to be fresh and cheerful Monday morning.

The carrot and the stick. Why is it always such a boring choice? I don't like sweets.

I'll tell you about those who remain in the middle. Not about the losers - their story is too bitter and boring. Not about the winners, their story is not for you. People in the middle - they are always more than winners and losers. On any planet, at any race...once the problems were solved very simply. If one tribe got a mind, and the other remained a pack - it's turned into food. A target for arrows, which failed to come up with. In bone arrow heads. It was simpler times - and they still remained that way. Those who are late in the race, who left behind at least half a foot, - turned into slaves. Were driven into reservations and enclaves. Got up in the factory whistles and with the first ray of the sun. Simple times, simple solutions. Simple but time ran out. Someone managed to reach the sky. Someone managed to take a bite from the Tree of Life. Someone left the mind in reserve - as we left the instincts in the attic of consciousness. What was that one brief moment or a whole era? I don't know. But when the younger gods went away, burning the bridges behind them, behind them were men of means. Those who are not able. Those who do not want to. Those who chose the familiar and terrifying way of the mind... the Losers will not survive the shock and die. The winners will become intelligent and will rule the new world. But for the most part, will not change anything! Absolutely nothing! Will they think or will continue to live by instincts - this does not change their lives. Not everyone needs the mind. Not everyone can think. And in this eternal trap. For average people, for those who do not want in the ground, but not grown up to the sky, there's only place between heaven and earth. Always and everywhere the extreme is the middle. My story has no end as there is no way for people in the middle.

Out of curiosity, people do strange and dangerous things. Pandora opened the casket trusted her, Bluebeard's wife went into the forbidden room, the scientists split the atom. Everywhere you look - solid trouble because of that curiosity. And if in ancient times, the danger threatened only by the curious, the last hundred years - all of humanity. One curious scientist becomes more dangerous than an entire army. I even thought that nature came to his senses and backtracked, they had less and less to pry. They were no longer interested in science. People loved everything ordinary and familiar. Television series, where everything is known in advance. Books where everything is clear in advance. Food that is not interesting neither taste, nor color, nor smell. The news, which is not saying anything unexpected. If omitted the stop-cock will be enough to pry, stop searching, stop thinking! Stop - or perish! We live with the predictable women, our friends tell us bearded jokes, our God is bound by dogma. And we like it. But recently, I saw a girl who was killed curiosity... and thought... and all forgotten how to be surprised? Maybe I lowered the stop-cock? For yourself? Maybe it was I? And convince themselves that stopped the whole world? What is the point to reach for the stars, if there's nothing new? I thought about it, and I didn't like the answer. And I decided - long live curiosity! A knowledge - great! A grief - proportionate charges! You know what is most important here? Curiosity is not at all! No such quality and properties have a reasonable. We call curiosity, intuition, attempt to draw conclusions from insufficient data. We all want to formalize, to explain logically, and if there is no explanation - we say "curious", as if to give himself the indulgence of deeds strange, unnecessary, dangerous. "Curiosity" is just a convenient explanation. Nothing more!