Book: The Sword Of Destiny

Festivities, he proved, satisfy a deep and natural needs of people. From time to time, claimed bard, a man ought to meet with their own kind where you can laugh and sing, to fill the belly kebabs and pies, get some beer, listen to music and cuddle in sweaty dance roundness of girls. If everyone wished to meet these needs, so to speak, at retail, proved the Buttercup, sporadic and unorganized, there would be untold chaos. Therefore, invented holidays and festivals.

Is Roach? But Roach was brown, and this brown.
All my horses are called Potami. You know and stop talking.

It is not enough to be each other's intended. You need something more...

Resist fate, may not be less risky than to give himself into her hands.

Logic is the mother of knowledge.

This is not a fairy tale but a life we have to fill the moments of happiness, for the smile of fate count, as you know, is not necessary.

Leave the storytellers alone. If they do not have enough material, they'll think of something. And having true material, they will distort.

This is not a fairy tale, but life. Lousy and bad. And therefore, damn it, let's live it possible decently and well. Limit the number of other injustices perpetrated by the inevitable minimum.

"No," he agreed. I do not know. But...
- If you do not know, ' she interrupted, then no, "but" will not help. You don't know. Just don't know.

What kind of love, when loving can't sometimes even to sacrifice something?

I always thought it was beautiful and sublime state of mind, noble and exquisite, even if it deprives you of happiness. After all, how many ballads I put on like. And it's just the chemistry of the body, Geralt, simple and inclusive. So may feel sick, drunk poison. Yes, because the person drinking the poison, ready to do anything in return for the antidote. To do anything, even humiliation.

Now I know that a little sacrifice is... a lot.

Themes for the ballad - don't lump them under the trees not harvested.

You know what the problem is, Geralt? You feel like you're different. You're running around with his "innesto" so that they accept the abnormality. You're with your "abnormality" blatantly imposed on everyone, not realizing that for most sober-minded people, you're the most normal person in the world, and give the gods that all were normal.