Book: The true life of Sebastian knight

... Don't be too certain of learning the past from the lips of the present. Beware of the most honest broker. Remember, everything you told is really threefold: shaped by the teller, reshaped by the listener, concealed from both by the dead hero of the story.

I am quite sure that Sebastian was in her presence never mentioned my classes: it's like talking to a bat about the sundials.

I began drawing a stick to Doodle in the dirt. - What do you want to draw? - asked Madame Lecerf and slightly coughed. Waves of their thoughts - rather silly I replied.

Love letters need to burn without fail. From the past turns noble fuel.

The sound of the word "sex", with its snake pricepurchase vulgarity and cat "KS-KS" at the end, it seems to me nonsensical that I necessarily doubt that that word is some kind of real meaning.

Sebastian was highly unusual fashion naplevatelstvo on prejudice and other advanced views. He knew that flaunting contempt for the moral principles means to carry his duplicity in a suitcase with a double bottom and remove the prejudices from the inside out. He usually chose the easiest ethical path (but the thorny aesthetic) just ' cause it was the shortest path to the desired goal; in everyday life, he was too lazy (but zealous beyond measure in the life of art), to wrestle with the task, they are not specified and they are not allowed.

Most human brains are Sundays, and I was denied even a short vacation.

His youth couldn't get a natural development in a world where hearses and fireworks follow each other too often.

Newspaper headlines, political theories, fashionable ideas meant to him exactly the same as outpourings instructions printed on the wrapper of soap or toothpaste.

Remember that produced you the knowledge - with triple bottom: the narrator stitched listener redrawn and hidden from both the late hero of the story.

He belonged to that rare category of writers who know nothing but the final copy, i.e. printed books, should not remain.

All the supernova has a wonderful property to become outdated the fastest.

I tell you, gentlemen, about my past; I was born in a land where the idea of freedom, the concept of law, the habit of good relationship to the person subjected to cold contempt and brutally persecuted. In the course of history certain rulers sometimes hypocritical crumble the walls of the state prison in more decent ohranoy shade and loudly proclaim the granting of rights which, in happier countries, are understood by themselves; but whether these rights could use some jailers, whether they were some hidden defect that made them more bitter than the decrees of the most blatant despotism. In the end, anyone who was not a tyrant, was a slave; and since the soul and everything that goes with it, the man was denied, the use of physical pain was considered sufficient to control and guide human nature... from time to time the events took place called the revolution that transformed slaves into tyrants, and those - slaves... dark country, gentlemen, is terrible, and if I'm in this life convinced about is that never trade the freedom of his exile into a cruel parody of homeland...