Book: Lame fate

If you take away your anger - you become good, that is also generally good...
- If to take away my anger, I become Medusa. To become good, you need to replace anger with kindness.

You're for them or against? There is still a third choice: to not care.

- Smart man is the man who is conscious of the imperfection, the incompleteness of his knowledge, seeks to replenish them and in doing that... You agree with me?
- No.
- What's the matter?
- Your definition is not functional. Any fool using this definition, can put a smart. Especially if the surrounding support him in this opinion.

What you say, so wrong that I'm not even offended.

This meeting was a worthy conclusion to my stupidly-fantasmagorically weeks, during which, that, whom should be in charge of my destiny, dissolved in front of me the whole array of possibilities, none of which I was not able or did not want to do, and it all passed like water through sand, leaving nothing but dirty foam Philistine of relief.

I like to see and over 1000 faces, a combined expression of interest, the interest of greedy the interest of a skeptical, mocking interest, interest astonished, but always of interest.

The instrument inevitably affects the pattern of experimentation. Have you forgotten physics? Because we see not the world as such, but the world plus the influence of the observer.

All people are divided into three large groups. Or rather, two large and one small. There are people who can't live without the past, they are entirely in the past, more or less distant. They live by traditions, customs, precepts, they draw in the past, the joy and example. Then there are people who live in the present and do not know the future and the past. And finally, there are people who live in the future. From the past that they quite rightly do not expect anything good, and now for them is only material for the future, raw materials... Yes, they are, in fact, live in the future... on the Islands of the future which arose from them in the present.

Not in our time love. There is romance, and there is no love. Once in our time to love: the buses are crowded in the store line, the nursery on the other side of town, you must be very young and very carefree person to be able to love. And love is now only an elderly couple who managed to hold it together for a quarter of a century, not to drown in the housing problem, not to lose control from replaced vserazedayuschey small newdot amicably to divide the power and responsibilities. But the kind of love we have not decided to sing.

He's a talker, he's like a skinny bucket, it did not hold. It's a favorite of his lessons: to collect the data and then it them to anybody and anywhere, Yes, and certainly with the comments.

Truth and lies, you are not so dissimilar, yesterday's truth becomes a lie, yesterday's lie becomes tomorrow in the truth, habitual truth.

Are young are gray, the same.

Now there are no men. Now either the Nazis or the women.
- I?
You? You too love pickled lampreys and at the same time justice.
- Correctly. But, in my opinion, is good.
- It's not bad. But if you had to choose, would you choose a lamprey, that's bad.

This is the third day went, as to me, there is nothing absurd and silly - I guess the one who should be in charge of my destiny, quite exhausted and was not fit for the stupid codes.