Book: A book for people like me. Page 1

Miracles happen not with the elected but with anyone. A miracle can not beg the fate, but also to get away from it.

After reading the tale of Rikki-Tikki-Tavi as a child, I firmly understand that the struggle only then is doomed to victory when it brings joy. Wins a cheerful and curious - even if the strength and experience on the side of his seriously angry enemy.

Funny, but sad observation: we are all hopelessly flawed fairy tales and cartoons. It is considered that they stimulate the fantasy and imagination; in fact, the opposite is true: the most pernicious tales to the imagination. Slowly but surely they draw the flexible, plastic, receptive young readers to the "correct" (for lack of a) logic, inherent to the creators of fairy tales for adults.

Love of this kind can experience to wind, clouds, summer evening, first snow, green moths suddenly descended on the brush of your hand; the feelings that connect us with other people (including writers), a much more cumbersome and burdensome, they are burdened by demanding gratitude, heavy brotherhood of a common destiny; in our admiration of others inevitably there is an unconscious (sometimes very conscious) competition ("why him and not me?!").

In fact, people is not easy, but very simple: we are obviously ready to eat the most insane and unattractive idea if it agrees with our worldview and/or life experience; but the most curious and even fascinating theory knocked us out of the saddle, is likely to be rejected with indignation.

I realized that the reader who returns from the ocean of their feelings, it is fundamentally different from someone who quite recently, this ocean included.

Care must be taken when describing a completed design, but there's no need to worry the one who had the courage to start talking about infinity: any statement about it will be completely pointless and frighteningly accurate at the same time - because of the peculiar nature of the object of study.

As in any southern city, there were a lot of lanes, blind alleys and courtyards, the individuality which, as a rule, much brighter and more attractive than the personality of their inhabitants.

Here here after all what business: as long as a person's parents are alive, he barely feels his own mortality; the orphan did you have to be extremely insensitive beam to continue to believe themselves immortal. The mechanism of action is almost indescribable, just when mom and dad die, be like in the draft, if life has sprung a leak and all the wind blows through eternity.

The power of your personal unfulfilled over you - absolute, ruthless and infinitely desirable. While you're lying on the couch, crouched in the fetal position with a book in hand, with you that you never happened and will never happen again. - IN FACT, but the difference between "the thing" and "not the case" is not so great for paper enchanted wanderer. While he's there, he's THERE, everything else is irrelevant.

The power of literature over the reader - this is the power that never materialized.

Literature has always seemed to me a kind of a kind of dream (perhaps the only manageable kind). Reading - the art of dreaming is for the lazy; the writing, by and large, even more so.

"I love you, without you I can not live, do not go, please," I say to myself in the darkest days. While we are still together.

Not more than a day: the man who wakes up in my bed every morning, has decidedly nothing to do who went there the day before. Sometimes they share common memories, but they are vague and insignificant.