Book: Lover of death

The law is less than justice.

Every person has his own limit there.

Life is the road from birth to death and that the road need to go right, not what is within-reach, is not going anywhere, but then do not obessud.

You know: every man is jealous of someone else's share, but from its nose gate.

The deduction proves the opposite.
- Who? - happy Senka. - I Deduction in your eyes have never seen. She's lying bitch!

- Know Alexander VI Blessed, I ask you? In your face I see that VI didn't know this great man. And I saw him, almost as I see you. That is not to mi with Alexander the Blessed was familiar, not my God. And it is something I have not seen because it was laying dead in a coffin. He was transported to St. Petersburg from the city of Taganrog.
- Why are you talking to me about it, grandfather? - wrinkled forehead of a Ghoul. - What I your king in a coffin?
The old man raised yellow admonitory finger:
- And then, Monsieur robber, what if you disappoint us, you too will be lucky in a coffin, and Naum Rubinchik will come to see you.

... and people completely without power it is impossible, that he, the people in oblivion myself included. Only the authorities should be a little bit, just a little, and that not a piece of paper rule, which is not known who and when invented, but in all fairness - that every man understand what the mug vexat.

As without names? This look at Bugs that runs around the yard, no last name, and the person without fail should be on it and people.

Why neglect the body? It is the life and soul, if it exists at all, is from eternity, i.e. death.

... Fat - the most precious thing there is in the body, energy and forces in the event of shocks.

... What is the true meaning of progress - saving time and unnecessary expenditure of effort.

To unlock a woman's heart, you need three key... Confidence, mystery and APPROACH...

And the fact that man is destined, you are mistaken. Life is not a book on which it is possible to move only along written by someone for You lines. Life - plain, where countless roads; at every step a new fork in the road, and people are always free to choose to turn him right or left. And then there is a new fork and a new choice. Everyone goes through this plain, itself determining its own path and direction - who are of the sunset, to the darkness, who at sunrise, to the light source. And never, even in the last minute of your life, not too late to take a turn not in the direction to which the moving on the years. Such twists happen not so seldom: people went all his life to the darkness of night, and finally turned around and wrapped your face to the sunrise, and why his face, and the whole plain lit up with the others, the morning glow.

... What is wealth? Not food items from the belly, not a hundred pairs of patent leather gaiters and don't even own a car... wealth is the dream of Paradise on earth when what you will, you will.