Book: Norwegian wood. Page 1

Can't somebody always one to defend the other.

While I was there, didn't pay much attention to the scenery around. Unremarkable - I even could not imagine that eighteen years later I remember it so clearly.

Their lives little by little we fostered the death of. But it is just one of the truths that we need to learn.

Not having taken any bumps, lose something without which can not take place a person.

People just lie and have to continue to lie on. This syndrome lies. But most of the people suffering from this syndrome, lies are innocent and everyone knows about it. But with her it was different. She was lying, inflicting pain on others, only to cover herself, she used whatever possible. Chose who lie, and who will not. For example, if you lie to the mother or close girlfriends, lies are quickly exposed. Here she held back. When nothing remained, he lied, but with great caution. So certainly not understand. But if it caught on the bull, Leela of her beautiful eyes crocodile tears, otnekivayas or apologizing. A miserable voice. Who is going to be angry?

- I too was once twenty. A long time ago, said Reiko. - Believe?
- Believe... Of Course.
- With all my heart?
- From everything - I laughed.
Well, not like Naoko, but I, too, was wow... at that time. Without wrinkles.
- I like wrinkles.
Thank you. But continue to know that women can not say: "you Have a charming wrinkles". I'm the only one happy about these words.
I know.

- Think that life is a box of cookies.
Several times I nodded - and then looked into the face of Midori.
- I guess I'm not all right with the head, but sometimes I did not understand.
- In the box with cookies is cookies favorite, and not. Eat first thing in the most delicious - will be only those that does not like. When I'm sad, I always think about this box. Suffer now - it will be easier then. It turns out that life is a box of cookies.

That's what death scares me. When her shadow slowly, slowly, invades the territory of life. Come to life, and it's dark and nothing is visible. And people think you're a dead man than a live person. Creepy. I will never make.

From the side like the game.
- This is the game. I have no desire for power or money. No, really. It may, of course, I'm worthless and wayward, but not so much. As they say, I'm the impartiality and unselfishness. At the same time, a curious person. And I want to try the tooth this vast and cruel world.
And you don't have ideals?
- Where is it? he exclaimed. - They are for life-not needed. Because it requires no ideals, and norms of action.

- I wonder what it is - "the second stage of the exam at the highest level in the Ministry of foreign Affairs"? Probably all as smart as you?
- Nonsense. Almost all are fools. And if you are not the morons, the Imbeciles. Ninety-five percent of aspiring officials are trash. I'm not lying. They read some really do not know how.

I constantly read books, and obshejitie thought I was gonna be a writer. And I'm not going to become a writer. I'm not going to become a nobody.

To grieve - not necessarily closer to the truth.

Going to say something, but my head any inappropriate words come out. Or quite the opposite. Going to correct myself, began to worry and say something. Op - I can't even remember what he wanted in the beginning. I have the feeling that my body is divided into two halves, which two are playing catch-up. And in the center is a very thick post, and they run around it. And all the right words in the hands of another me, but the local "I" never can catch up with that.

In everyday life the difference between right and left, hypocrisy and malice is not so great.