Book: Fan

- You're setting a dangerous precedent.
- Avoiding pain?
- Avoiding life.

The smile deceptive, so I avoid them.

Too many people. I like a stranger. Don't know how to behave. All I know, there loses any meaning. Not important to be clever as not it is important to be able to write. Others I need something. And not I myself.

- Why do we write? - again asked Professor Piper.
Kat stared at the notebook.
"To disappear".

Writing is a lonely business.

Sometimes you take the other person's hand, to make sure still alive.

But there is nothing more profound than creating something out of nothing. Her pretty face became stern. Think about it, kat. That is what God or mother. There is nothing more intoxicating than creating something out of nothing. Creating something from yourself.

I need a brain that walks on the outside, you know? I need to think. If I'm not thinking, what will I be?

- Come, - he whispered in response.
In your pritonchik?
- Yep, that's called my room.
- Oh! sighed cat. - I told you. It's too... Your house. Your room. We go in there, and there will be a bed. And I'm gonna throw up from excitement.
And desires?
- Mostly from excitement.

- If you're mad, it's okay, - he said gently.
You don't even know...
- I do not. I'm on your side.

- If you're out of control, 'said Ren,' I will never leave you.

I'm not good at relationships. Boys and girls. Man and man. I don't trust anyone. Not a soul. And if anybody cares, I know that soon he will get tired and run away.

One you won't... ever, sighed Ren. - The whole goddamn sense sisters.

- If you smile at all - she said, - how do I feel when you smile at me?