Book: The promised land. Page 1

Ridiculous saves from tragic, but tragic from the ridiculous does not help.

You're alive! How many people died, and wanted to live a bit more, even though just a little!

Who have learned to wait, he is protected from bumps frustration.

- Who are we really?
"The people," I said. Only most seem to have forgotten about it.

The poor, who already wants nothing.

Loneliness is a disease that is very proud and extremely harmful.

Hatred of foreigners is the surest sign of ignorance.

... while you're alive, nothing is lost until the end.

Sometimes it is so easy more than one question to ruin everything.

There are no such depths, where there was no place for happiness, and this, perhaps is the whole secret of the survival of the human race.

The one who always has to bet on one chance in a hundred, just for this reason, will never be to block the way of ordinary good luck.

Yeah she's just a diamond of sheer desperation, Without any tinge of bitterness. He gave me a closer look. And without remorse, he Added. - This is the other side, the one without a future. One that is only in the present. It is not clouded even hope. Only fun peace
sheer desperation..

- Happiness, misery, - she continued, - it's all loud, pompous notions of the last century. Don't even know what I would like to replace them. Maybe the loneliness and illusion neodinochestva? I do not know. And what else?

Hope dies harder than the man himself.