Book: Shadow Gpimage

I'm not used to need someone's support. Prefer to live with the thought that I was the only living thing in the Universe and there is no help. This kind of belief does not make life comfortable, but gives good practical results.

You should not take on other people's shoulders its own firmament. Everyone - myself, the globe, myself and Atlanta.

... and the already good mood even better. So the narrow stairs, I had to go down sideways: smile couldn't enter.

The last time the earth got a stupid habit every day to go from under my feet. But then she returns, and I realize that it's even better... It's like a little death - after her World becomes even more beautiful.

Death is easy to negotiate. Day after day, for centuries, we tell her, "not tonight," and she agrees and retreats. It is a pleasure to have with it! And once death come on its own, but it's enough...

Unable to trust anyone, but firmly to count only on itself.

Education helps to manage at all abilities.

Rituals need only to scare the newcomers... Well, let's just say they have to create a special mood.

When trying to control something that was out of your League, the world finally crumbles in unskilled hands...

I'm terribly busy. You can't imagine how! But if we are talking about a shared meal, then I am quite ready.

Don't let me roll up regrets about unfulfilled, okay?

He meticulously inspected the box and reproachfully shook his head.
- What you looking at? - mockingly asked Dzhuffin. - I'd like to know, what changes do you hope to find there?!
- Dust, - explained the Pit.
- Fiction. Well, where my Desk could take the dust? - Dzhuffin protested.
- However, it is stolid objected lonely-Lockley.
He soon looked at the box, and then carefully wiped it - not anything, but a black and gold hollow of my Mantle of Death. I opened my mouth and then it slammed, because I didn't know what to say to such unprecedented impudence. This procedure I had to repeat several times I opened and closed my mouth like out of water fish.

- A little sit - nodded lonely-Lockley, sitting down next to me. - By the way, Max, you promised to take me home two days ago. And I'm still not at home. Looks like the rumors about the speed at which you move around on mobilera, somewhat exaggerated... But maybe you'll keep your promise?
I was shocked from such impudence. Yes, if we sir lonely-Lockley begins to sneer, I can only modestly be silent in a rag...

In my uscus, Shelter Crazy - much more boring than ours.