Book: You

All dream of becoming better to lose a few pounds, read a few books, go to a Museum, to fall in love with classical music... actually, I just want to eat donuts, to politival magazines and listen to pop music.

Nothing livens up the present as an invitation in the future.

I have been working in the bookstore, and I learned that people are ashamed of themselves.

Someone on this earth finds love, gets married and enjoying a honeymoon, someone laid a book on the couch, someone is reading together in bed. That's life.

Without love there is no growth. Postponing it, you do not give yourself to grow.

You have got exactly the same drawback as books around. You suddenly ended. Left me. Gone forever. Now you won't leave me in the dark alone, and I can't wait for your responses. Your light was extinguished forever.

You have a happy family because they all live separately.

And then a terrible thing happened. You sent the most sinister response in the world and the short, and even more humiliating than failure, and absolutely unacceptable for the lover of language in me. You wrote: "OK."

Me another asshole digging around in his wallet in search of a credit card to buy the next Stephen king and read how some Perv is doing dark deeds, because he is the jerk pissing do dark deeds, though, and dreaming about them since childhood.

If something has taught me, it's that relationships that do not begin with love, as in songs from Van Morrison, doomed to failure. Love is a marathon, not a sprint.

Stories about the fact that running provides energy, was invented by the idlers, which do not have all day to work.

You should not look at a man's eyes for longer than ten seconds at a time, if you don't want to scare him or entice.

If you're going to love someone, you have to learn it from all sides.

- I Love Stephen King. And you?
- Of course. Who doesn't love him.