Book: Clay bridge. Page 1

If the boys run away somewhere, to drop everything, it usually means girl.

...Each of us had a life, had to dispose of it, and it was part of Penelope; we were still children. We kept everything in one piece.
Had our haircuts, was Beethoven.
And for each of us - something personal, special.
You know that her mother dies when she treats everyone not as such.

Penny wanted to throw away the cigarettes, but suddenly Michael stopped her.
- And let them hide?
And she winked.
You never know when you might need a SIG...

She laughed, and clay felt her breath, and thought about the heat, about how people are warm, heat comes from the inside out as it moves over you and disappears, then back here, and nothing is permanent...

He [the enemy] may kill you as he pleases - but you won't get yourself killed.

...Children in different time hang on to different things. You can't touch for ten years to hunt already in the teenage years. You can collect stamps and first grade fascination deems interesting, and in the ninth it will hang on you label.

...Take five boys, filling them in one small house and see what it looks like: a mess of chaos and fights.

...Our parents were editors in the story, something was missing.

...Death devilishly skilled motivator...

People, I think, admit it's funny.
We admit almost everything, but it is only important what we leave out.

...The time was extended, and the happy moments were becoming shorter, and every day it became clearer that their lives went separate ways. More precisely, Abby was varied, and Michael remained the same. In it there was no hostility or anger. Just became slippery to cling to the edge.

Perhaps, that even the bad days full of good moments (and happy moments), however in many ways...

- Maybe we're just not understood, is not about thought.
His last convulsive breath, breath of air:
- But I...
He stopped short, hesitated.
- ...you.
- I know that.
And she was so full of pity, kind but merciless.
And I too, but probably not enough.

He painfully met the people who could not immediately show themselves: I prefer to hope for more, to find his make out.