Book: Say meow, witch, or the curse of House cats

Your mind is your own prison.

- Are you afraid that I will interfere with your dream?
- I'm afraid that one day you won't like that my dream is not related to you.

- I sacrificed the truth so as not to miss the opportunity to kiss you.

How can you ask for trust if you know what it is like to live in anticipation of a knife in the back?

- Can you trust me anymore?
- I don't know. As long as you are stronger than me, I have no right to trust you.

Life in someone else's skin is not in vain even for a strong person.

Anger is not a bad mood, it is a natural response to the bad manners of others.

- You are a sorcerer, you and take away.

All the way Andreas carried her in his arms. Afoot. At night.
"Is he definitely a sorcerer?" doubted Lara.

- Have you even seen the devil?
- I've seen it. But we called him the Librarian.
The moon in Philip's eyes shone a little brighter.
- How did you call it?
- No way. He himself visited us, we did not even invite him.
- Why wasn't it invited?
- We didn't have it removed.

- Think for yourself. Logically. She put her bound hands in front of him and started bending her fingers. - First you and your friends laughed at me - once, then tried to kill me - two, then set the inquisitor against me and contributed to the imposition of my death sentence - three! How?! How can I want to marry you, bestoloch? Yes, even with such a surname ...
- But I'm handsome, rich and noble.
"Well done for not lying about the mind," Lara said.

- ... Just hang up.

- And how do you know that the devil's spell is not a set of syllables?

- To torture people for hours is inhumane! Half an hour is enough.