Book: Hey, Nostradamus!

Remember how to build in the head the plans for how not to go crazy with old age. "If you go to the movies at least twice a week: once alone, the second with a friend, you can spend two nights", "don't call very often married girlfriends, and not scare them with his despair." "don't agree to be the godmother for children too many of your friends, or turn into the old maid of the jokes, don't drink more than three glasses a day: you are too fond of alcohol, and sleep long."

I think a close relationship for a long time are established only between those who can finish sentences for each other. To hell with drama, hot sex and struggle of opposites! Give me someone you can always chew the fat.

Youth passes quickly, Cheryl, believe me. The rules are changing. And the first leaves that once seemed unshakable.

A polite smile is like a green traffic signal at the intersection of: happy when it burns, but then forget about it, past.

Sheryl Anway was a diligent student, good friend, good daughter. That's all. Talentless waste of 17 years of life.

The more a person struggling with parental instincts, the faster they manifest.

Oh, how I want spring! As I want to breathe the smell of fresh leaves! But on the other hand, autumn and winter slowly decompose the bodies...

Five of the most disgusting human traits - petty, molestation, dependency, rigidity and jealousy. Of them jealousy - the brightest and the worst... would Not be surprised if the jealousy you shoot me with steel teeth that is when you need my love and forgiveness. This feeling is able to lurk and wait.

I think each of us just one step away from having to go to the terrorists. We exchange sweet pleasantries, not believing any spoken word. Just look how many arms all around the have stored, how much to buy ammo, to see who was detained by the police. If drunk person and start a conversation about God - then you will understand exactly who you are dealing with. Don't ask people about the motives, just look at what they are capable of doing.

Kwakwa, Bonnie, Girard - your characters Shine with happiness, they are like lemon sherbet sugar maraschino cherries, they are almost saints. That's about what I was supposed to tell you at night, and do not require a list of committed sins during the day.

- In our school there are strange rumors...
"What?"
- Well, you know... they Say that God smokes. And that's that! Turns out he's still drinking and trying drugs. This is the God invented them. Just because that's the thing: he that drunk to be sober - absolutely no difference. It seems that God hates all the music of the twentieth century. They say God loves a competition between "Pepsi-Cola" and "Coca-Cola". They say God has hippie hair. They say that God, too, stabs himself dead microbes, so they swam in his blood and protect you from various infection. They say that if God drove a car, I would go with the sports "Ford Ltd" seventy-third year of issue with a Burgundy convertible top, leather interior and a beveled rear side Windows.

Hi! I'm in Dreamland here, and I have the best table.

The world is the world. Can't change it. Changed, only our attitude to what is happening.

Deja vu is a false feeling; it is like happiness: it disappears, is to recognize it.