Book: Idiots please do not worry

Adventurers who sincerely believe themselves to be risky in people with all of your Cycling trips in places of fighting, parachuting, climbing, jumping from bridges with rubber roping, hunting crocodiles, - I do not know what a real risk. There's nothing more dangerous than to conceive their job. When you're right out of the plane, you risk only life; when you own the company, even modestly petty bench, you risk an immortal soul.

There are so many lies. So many untruths.... It's a continuous war. Of course, do not kill people openly on the streets and not shove their bodies in ditches - the appearance of propriety still observed. Robberies, looting, and massacres usually happen behind closed doors and shutters, in secluded places, where do not look foreign. But that doesn't make them less cruel. The truth was terrible. From it smelled bad. Like in bad action movies: you know the truth, you are silenced. Or in life: as soon as you start to enter what is really going on, you are your own gag. Forever. Dead men tell no tales.

But when enemies are together, a United front against you, you should tell them sincerely "thank you", because thanks to their efforts and your inevitable victory will become much more valuable and sweeter when you fail will cut through their dense ranks.

If tall woman and short man together, it means one of two things: either a very lonely woman, or a man very famous.

Immutable law of all parties in a large company: the most obnoxious guest is always the last to leave. The most hopeless nerds and idiots never look at the clock at eleven and say, "All have understood that I am pathologically incapable of normal full and sincere communication, so I'm going home." No, they will sit up to three, four, five until six in the morning until the house owner will not end of cigarettes. Although, maybe they're right. All the strange and interesting always happens at the end.

One of the benefits of adulthood is that you every year more and more do not care about the opinion of others.

- What do you give the man who has everything?
- I would have given him in the jaw.

When he read about criminals-murderers who commit suicide, he realized that it's not remorse and not a malicious desire to break off the justice - things get desperate. Because of their crimes they are not made easier because they crossed the line, but anger is still not passed. And always has been.

It is no accident that the first word in Western literature was "anger". The Wrath Of Achilles. Now he realized that it was the anger from the fact that you're alive. From the fact that you have no choice. .... "The Iliad" - the real tragedy: when you're forced to fight in the war, you don't need when you are surrounded by rare idiots who couldn't even find the city of Troy, when you can't forget that your mother abandoned you as unnecessary, and some kind of centaur told you to have guts when you have no choice, no challenge, and there is only the confidence that you are not soon return home and that there is nothing that would make you feel better.

Books are made of hope, not of paper. Out of hope that someone will read your book; out of hope that this book will change the world for the better; from a hope that people agree with you, they'll believe you; from a hope that you will remember and praise, of hope, people actually feel something. Of hope that you learn something.; of hopes that you will impress and rasulcase the reader; from the hope that you somehow will pay; out of hope that you will prove his innocence or prove that you're wrong.

People complain that they have to do the same thing, day in and day to eat the same, wear the same clothes, but think about the same thing they think it is normal.

I can not understand why hell is usually depicted as tongues of roaring flame, and the Horde of sinners were piled up on each other, and that grimy hell definitely wearied them in a frying pan, poking with a pitchfork in the ribs, or roasted them on spits. - if hell does exist, then there is a very cold and lonely.

If you stop whenever you are insulted or spit at you, you'll never get to the place where you need to get.

Although to detect errors is much harder than it might seem at first glance. Sometimes the bugs are hiding under the success - like mice under a carpet or like curdled milk underneath the pedestal under glass. Sometimes success is dormant beneath seemed hopeless failures, like a pearl hiding under clumps of slimy mucus, which are referred to as oysters.