Book: Tanya Grotter and the pince-nez of Noah

People - walkers. They walk the tightrope, and every moment threaten to break. The rope - their inner core. And when they break, the flight is not always brief, but always painful.

If you look, the world is full of copies of the same. Sometimes I think that the world lives from the strength of twenty men, but they are all for the fun of it hiding in different bodies. I got the idea when I began to see exactly the same guys. And then I realized that not only guys. Direct vicious circle of some sort. Wherever you go, meet one and the same. Sometimes I think that people in the world more than cards in the deck.

The river of life turned into a dead-end track and tries to blend in with the swamp!

If a drop of nicotine kills a horse, then living together can kill even mammoth.

Who guessed before, who did not guess, quickly made a Hara-Kiri!

I'm a girl deeply decent, with a subscription to the Registrar.

Logic is a nail, ruthlessly scored in the excellent and illogical world.

And you thought just making excuses awake? Give me a Cup of coffee, five minutes of time and I will compose a legend that she is in her believe it.

That is the love we want all the same magic, but that she was real... and passionately, and for free! How would any of that, but at the same time for something, that conscience is not snickering! forever, but while most will not bother.

Where love begins, where logic goes underground.