Book: Labyrinth of reflections

A beautiful thing, Occam's razor. Any mysticism cuts clean. Meat.

I add:
- Please... let's not give these bastards the pleasure to get us!
I think I said something wrong.
- The good, the contrary evil? - interested in a Loser.
- And how else? - suddenly entered the conversation with the Mage. He flopped into a chair, laid the leg in the leg and suddenly became serious. - If no point of reference - then it loses its meaning.

You know, it probably - in us you say I surprised myself. - For me you are a man... because I would like to be your friend.

When a woman in anger, the man is better not to resist.

You know, the analogy is false.

There is nothing more rewarding chances.

I will never believe that God created woman from Adam's rib. No, as a man of clay, but quite of another kind. It is very different reasons we find for anger.

The world is judged not by its best qualities. Otherwise fascism would be a flourishing technology, nimble planes and powerful engines, not the pipes in the concentration of soap from human fat.

The person, unable to build, be sure to seeking to justify destructive behavior.

To sleep in virtuality is a bad omen.

Plopped down on the couch. Well, that did not fill yesterday. I was... cautious. For three years, perhaps...

I believe her as I believe all men from the beginning of time.
In this world, only our faith is true.

It is easier to be a Saint or a scoundrel than the man.

Psychology in the conventional sense, very simple science. People that cannot drive a nail or to rhyme a couple of lines, don't doubt your ability to understand and judge others. In the extreme this becomes the meaning of life and source of self-affirmation.