Book: I would like to me someone somewhere was waiting for...

Take a look sometime to pregnant woman: you think she's crossing the street, or works, or even talks to you. Nothing of the sort. She thinks about the child.

Classical music is safe, and the music of different peoples always gives the impression that you are open to all the winds of the world.

Since then, the mother took in the house two dogs and a cat, so, you know... With such a menagerie is to find a decent man... "Mission impossible!"

To put it in detail, in detail, if you really try, then, after finishing and re-reading, it will be possible at least for a couple of seconds to imagine that the protagonist of the story is someone else, not you. And then maybe you will be able to objectively assess what happened. Possible.

The pilgrimage is always sad.

If women want something, everything usually turns out. No problem.

When I look at you, my stomach is as cold as on the stage in front of an audience of ten thousand people so that you give stop better give me a hug.

Smoke. Promise myself this is the last. And she laugh to yourself the next latest this year.

I even think that she was a little crazy, but that's not surprising: Miriam we - the artist...

Yourself resemble a character artist Bretecher: girl sitting on the bench, on her neck a piece of cardboard, on the cardboard says: "I want love!", and her eyes a fountain gush of tears. Well, just like me. All images picture.

I, of course, can't come first. No way. I'm a little bit late. The long-awaited - more desirable. Let will suffer a bit, so it will be better.

Not to say that me is so frustrating - rather sobering.

... Bookstore, cinema, exhibitions, shop Windows, art galleries - all of this made me to think about their own mediocrity...
Visit any of these places, born of the work of other people's feelings, inevitably reminded her of the meaninglessness of her own life...

You never know how things will turn sometimes some it seems a trifle suddenly acquires catastrophic proportions. Somehow, events are sometimes completely out of control. And so my life changed in the blink of an eye because of some sort of one hundred and fifty grams of gray silk.