Book: Tales of the old Vilnius II. Page 1

Methodical daily work always helps, even if you do not see in it special sense.

The drawing was inept, but to call it mediocre only having lost heart and eyes. In that order.

... silence is possible only in solitude that is sometimes so unbearable that I hate silence, but here's the problem - anything except she can't.

Almost all children have imaginary friends, and some not just friends, but brothers or sisters who are missing.

... this is the best gift which sorry to leave.

Legislative enactments, ridiculous piles of hastily invented ideas, for the most part abstract. They're not even something that is contrary to the nature and meaning of life, and just somewhere to the side, as a bow, attached to every "God knows what".

Frowning as if just swallowed the upcoming Nov.

Of course, the dance is magic. But not the fairy magic, to master which usually dream people. <...> The genuine magic an organic part of which is dance, is the ability to forget about yourself and to listen to the wishes of reality. To help their implementation when it is in your power. And not to interfere in all other cases.

When we dance, the world becomes more joy. And joy is the ideal material for repair of leaky existence.

"Wrong side" is just one part of the truth, which is not in sight. And "inside out" - this means that all the secrets are suddenly outside.

If, passing by the café, you see that all the seats are occupied and only one table free, immediately sit there, even if you didn't plan anything to eat or drink. This table is designed especially for you, here you will find an unexpected pleasure, capable of changing if not life, something to do with it.

... when the trip will not in a neighboring town, and naturally on the edge of the world, I want to be sure that you're really waiting.

During the journey, everything seems not quite real, and it's such a relief that went and went, not staying anywhere longer than two days.

Can't dance "to" reason or "for something". Dance - for dance. He is not for us, and we in him. While there is dance, who is dancing, no. And that's what counts. Our only greed is. when the dance ends, we can be absolutely sure that sooner or later will start a new one. And it is fortunate that every day I'm ready to cry from envy of myself.