Book: A girl named Moscow

"Art has a higher moral power. I like it," he suddenly wanted Cyril to pluck this flower. But he inhaled and continued: - the Power of art is that it gives us a choice where life choice does not.

All these shots earthly reasoning can never give the full picture, it had to build yourself, like letters in a crossword, they filled the cells of his brain at the very moment when they started to empty.

The offseason is always on the verge of a nervous breakdown: autumn tears the leaves, in the spring of the roof.

Technology deprive people of live communication. They have already penetrated into their desires, anticipate today and tomorrow will dictate what you want.

The scourge of humanity is loneliness, and every year he will whip harder. No matter how much people communicate in virtual space - it postpones all the less the world needs people. Loneliness is not a choice, it's natural selection.

Of all the partings are fraught with today, parting ways with your phone. Here people wouldn't be able to leave ever, that's for whom they hold stronger than anything. Mobile hand.

I know that now people are holding hands at lunch instead of bread? Phone.

- The era of postpostmodern the laziest of all. Do the census - and you'll be modern and modern.
- I prefer modernism. Outdoor view of the world.

More and more people prefer to enjoy the sunset than the sunrise.
- Just too lazy to get up at the crack of dawn.