Book: Godless lane

Books lived in the house everywhere, underfoot, wandered tabunka in the corners, dumped on the head, sometimes frightened, sometimes angry. How live.

Monday through Friday they, as befits respectable citizens, harnessed to dull the reins, to step-by-step pull her to overflowing with life towards inevitable death.

... God has never been sorry for the time for the little things, the fine adjustment of parts, to cute, to Him alone noticeable nothing. What cost only evolution, my God - that's really hard to find a more conclusive argument proving the existence of God. This is apparent to any naturalist the perfect laborious work - one-part heart, two-chamber, three-chamber, finally, four - and here's what I come up with cool, good idea, let's try to fiddle some more and see what happens. Hello, crocodile! It on your heart I've been training, creating the first man. This spacious workbench, millions of years of amazingly accurate work, pleasant ache in the shoulders, rough fingers, the quiet pride of a craftsman and professional.

I wanted to read.
Just to read?
Yes. All day. Life. Good book. To sit by the window and to the garden and the sun. And read.

Lively, loud, uppity easily occupied all the best places - and no global justice have not worked, where in the course entered a strong elbows and the same strong, tough ego. While Ogarev seriously, strained, painful thought, does he have the right to speak and deserve to be heard, have already pushed forward someone who are not able to doubt the principle, and I am happy, my Lord, quite happy. Confident. That smart. Best. The only light in the.

I always wanted to just live, you know? This is the most interesting. To live. To go. Stay where you want. To go back out. To watch. To live.

Ogarev, thank God, already adult, do not nourish vain illusions, were astonished, how could thousands and thousands of people do not understand how great is the dignity in silence.

When your wife is always right about everything, it is impossible to deal with. In General it is impossible. Divorce is impossible. You still lose.

To read. Lying, sitting, standing. At the table. In the toilet. You will be released finally or not? The rope, or what, huh?! In the bus, hanging on to the handrail. In the subway, back to trembling, rapid wall. All read - meant to live.