Book: Of notebooks

The more one thinks, the more it becomes softer.

I love the people with whom anything can happen.

Talent - this is when the so as not should be, but when it's great.

Dreams that come true, not dreams, but plans.

Happy the one who never lies.

The more friends and acquaintances of the women, the clearer it becomes loneliness.

If you can't be happy, so why not at least fun, friends.

All cities in the rain are the same. All cities in the rain beautiful, young and melancholic.

Beethoven will not be repeated. The farther from Beethoven, the more people (in a sense) will become animals, though still higher organized. In the future people will be well-fed, self-satisfied animal, ugly tadpole, with fantastic convenience perched on the ground and thinking only about how to get more comfortable. The time of Pushkin and Beethoven will be considered as the childhood of humanity. Tadpole says: "As rebalis people! Doing some poetry like this?.. Music. What is it? And why it then took?"

The guilty are always unloved.

Fools are always more principles.

In the capital it is difficult to be born a poet. Muscovites from childhood know. Brooding in Moscow. All brooding in Moscow crushed cars. Poets born in the province, in the capital, the poets die.

People died and die for ideas that they do not need and which they, in General, never believed and do not believe.

Love the creativity, the mediocre she - boring drama with iron in the boots.