Book: Curu of colorless Tazaki and his years of pilgrimage

Listen, Tskuru. Get it. In spite of all the circumstances. If you let this woman go, I'm afraid you won't achieve anyone ...

Don't lose you because of stupidity or pride.

From a simple hole in the tooth or numb shoulder all your beautiful vision of this world goes to hell. Still, the human body is very fragile. Such a complex system - and loses power for any nonsense.

There are things about which we must say just looking someone in the eye.

To be the master of your thoughts - it's all the same what to be the master of your body and out of it when you need. Just leave his pulpit, deny his physical shell, when already absolutely unbearable, dropping her like shackles, and trigger logic in free flight. And allow this logic to live your life. This is the main principle of any meditation.

- Most importantly - the will to win. In this life it is impossible to win. Needs to be defeat. Like the sun and rain mixed in.
- Well, Yes. Only happen sometimes especially the rains...

Such are the rules of human relations. If we take something - give something in return.

Specific purpose simplifies life...

In an era when that's enough, we are drowning in information completely unnecessary to us humans. And if you want, you can easily know about anything. But I still don't know what these people are. They will remain unknown and unpredictable.

The person who has been deprived of freedom, will become someone to hate.

Of course, the economy is now a crisis, but rich money is still not translated, oddly enough.

The smell of svejesmolotym beans - the aroma that separates day from night.

Most of all I love to just think, as far as possible. Free thoughts pure. And that's all. Although I think free ideas in pure form - is in some sense still to create the void...

The right words always come to mind too late.