Book: Tanya Grotter and the centaur's boots

Every hour I'm counting
But slower than that of the sun rotation.
Price and use only those determined
As his time in charge.

Before lunch, I do not think... It's not my astral time! Now my karma recharges, repairing brains, and I passed out...

Blood is blue and she is blue!

I love my horse, to stun with her shovel...

I feel bad given the thirty-meter jumps.

The undead took the day off. Lie down in the grave will hear the phone!

Old love never dies. She can take a NAP, take a day off, temporarily hide in memory, but finally it does not go away ever. Often she comes back and pierces through.

If I don't meet her in this life, I would meet her in ten lifetimes. But I still meet her. It is worth to wait.

It seemed to her that she had heard that name once, and saw already the blue, insanely bright eyes. But when?

What we believe and what actually is, are different things.

Who said that we like things outside of the memories about them?

But, alas, I sprinkle ashes on other days. I'm off today.

Remember once and forever, baby! I never lie! I creatively improvise!..

My mother always said that a man should be a little nicer monkey, and a little richer than Rockefeller.