Book: Summer, goodbye

For me the most important thing is not to stop wondering. Before going to sleep I will give myself a mandate early in the morning to find something amazing.

Often the most lasting friendships I have formed with people over eighty or even ninety; at every opportunity I pestered them with questions about everything, and he listened in silence and shook their heads.

Grandpa's library was a incredible gloomy shelter, lined with books, and therefore there could happen and always has happened - all kinds of surprises. It was enough to remove from the shelf any book, opening it, and twilight was no longer twilight.
Here, perched on his nose gold-rimmed spectacles, and took grandpa with a book on his knees, then the other and always notice visitors who looked for a moment, and were delayed for an hour.
Here is a side by side resting lion and an antelope, and here the Jackal was turned into a unicorn...

Instead of having to manage your characters, I give them to live their own lives without interference and to Express their opinion. And he only listen and write.

Smell that air? Came in August. Goodbye, summer.

Each of us lives a child. Lock him up forever - is simple enough.

Thoughts are not important by themselves. Important in their private lives.

- From the truth will not go away, î said Blik. - We with you two old fool. Mind gain later, we can only tease ourselves - anything is better than to pretend it should be.

- ...love - done Glare.
Quatermain never managed to get out the word. Cloying, sugary. Is a vulgar, is true, is bothersome, such a wonderful, daunting and ultimately for him is completely lost.

So. - Kel Quatermain leaned forward, bones creaking cane. - What do you want to know?
"There," blurted Douglas.
- All? The quartermaine chuckled under his breath. - It takes as much as ten minutes, no less.
- If anything? asked Douglas.
- Anything? One, specific thing? Well, you bent, Douglas, for this life is not enough. I'm pretty much thinking on this topic. "All" with extraordinary ease flies from my mouth. Another thing is "something"! "Something"! While chew, the jaw will dislocate. So let's talk about it, but we'll see.

... may abut when the enemies are going to drag me twenty-five years. Twenty-five - a worthy old age... That would be thirty years to live twenty-five years. And there though the grass not to grow.

Show me anything good which does not come to an end, and I have to celebrate, the roof will move down.

Worse than not, if people are stuck in childhood.

Each his own assistant.