Book: The witch-the guardian

By the tenth course begin to understand that absolute knowledge does not happen, because of the relative lower triples is not set, but the missing is always possible to come up with.

I hate these fake weeping over the graves. When I finish the journey of life, bury a little deeper, say: "How fortunate that she's not with us!" - and you can disperse.

The complete idiocy of the situation was aggravated by our common conviction that the way it should be...

- Rolar, do you have any idea about such thing as women's intuition?
Oh, you mean the female equivalent of logical thinking?

- Eat it.
But Volga, it's against my principles! And then, I don't like it. From his PERC-with-STU reeks of fried onions.
- So what? I love fried onions.
- Here you have it and eat it!
Thanks, I already had Breakfast.

The most truthful story will not hurt a bit of fiction.

A true warrior must be able to cook and wash, and day and night without food and sleep. One thing - the desire to wave a sword at practice, wash hands and go to the garden to smell the flowers, dreaming of a military career, and quite another - to return to the camp after hours of carnage, when in one shoulder sticks out at you arrow, hanging on another mortally wounded comrade, and no one is waiting for you around the campfire with a bowl of soup and clean sheets, and at dawn again to go into battle.

There is no greater valor than to overcome their own cowardice.

Lined with clubs, storm clouds, pierced by the tower spire, the sky twisted above the castle a huge black creature, scattering the white tentacles of lightning and loud rolling in the womb boulders of thunder.

- ... are you ready for heroic deeds and great achievements? Immortalized for posterity the priceless nuggets of perfect knowledge, are you willing to bestow their suffering or blinded by pride, refuses to lend a helping hand to the poor and orphaned?
- You mean - as my preparation for the exam, if I'd written crib and I will if you tell when you start to sink?

To accept an apology is sometimes more difficult than to bring.

... open the door easily, it is more difficult to cross the threshold. Behind dollaway hearth, not giving heat, ahead stretches the black road. What's stopping us? Fear? No. On the contrary, the road beckons, fascinates, carries away into the distance... no Doubt? No. Everything has already been decided. Memories? No. They dropped pieces of shadows that distort their shapes beyond recognition, and cling to them is stupid.
What keeps us on the threshold? That gives us a light heart to go?
Yes ghir knows!
But coming to grips with long ago made a selection sometimes it helps just slammed behind the door...

When you want, and then die, without any help - first will be a farewell note write, take a shower, get changed, and indeed, maybe even ten times will change your mind.

All life is the knocking delay death.