Movie: In the house (Dans la maison)

- It's all going to end badly. Mark my words.
- No.
- You'll see! But if one day they will come back early and finds mother and son's friend alone on the couch?!
- On the couch? Where's the couch? About the sofa, he wrote. You'd imagine them on the couch.
It doesn't matter. Rafa will simply kill it.
The father or the son?
- Both of you!

But if someone read it, he would say, there is not enough... not enough conflict. The character aspires to something, but meets on its way to the goal some obstacles, rivals and adversaries. Odysseus wants to return home, but encounters the Cyclops Polyphemus, the sirens and the sorceress CIRCE. And sometimes the conflict is not with an external enemy, but inside the hero. And it's not about the alteration of the porch, repair, or scams with the Chinese: I'm talking about a deep inner struggle. Achilles! Either go to war or remain at home with his wife and friends. The reader wants to know: how does the hero solve the problem and reach the goal? This is the main question that the author needs to create in the perception of the reader. What's next? Write you even a detective, though Shakespearean drama, but the main one goal - to make the reader wonder what will happen next? "There is no development," complains the reader, - "boring". The reader is similar to the Sultan from Scheherazade: "if I get bored, they will behead you! And tell an interesting story, will be able to survive." Sultan is a perfect example. People need stories! Life without stories is not worth anything.

- I have three weeks before the show, and if she does not pay off, I was kicked out!
- If for the salvation of this show need to stand naked in the window, I'm ready!

- What is this?
- Quiet. Listen. It's like a verbal painting. The artist invites the viewer to look carefully for an empty box or blank wall. He describes the picture, and the viewer, or in this case, the listener becomes the co-author of: he imagines the picture and projects his vision to the empty frame. The picture exists in reality, but the artist, describing her, immediately destroying it. In this way the painter makes fun of the cultural industry, producing exclusively tangible, material objects. He offers us something poetic, ephemeral, intangible.
- I think it is unlikely to buy.

I don't know what you're doing?
- This boy has the talent of the writer, and, though it may sound pompous, but I have to teach literary skills, but at the same time to teach him moral lessons.
Moral lessons? Literature has no one and learned nothing.
- Oh really?
- You know what I found in the pocket of the killer of John Lennon? "The catcher in the rye"! Taught literature of a bitch? Anything!

- Now listen to this: "on Saturday I ate pizza and watched TV. And on Sunday I didn't do anything". Point. Thirty minutes - a couple of suggestions. Two days in the life of a teenager: Saturday - pizza and telly, Sunday - nothing! I didn't ask them to write a poem. I was asked to write about my weekend. Wanted to see if they can write more than two lines... you can't! And here's another: "I don't like Sunday. I love Saturday. But on Saturday dad would not let me out and took the mobile phone". You know, Jeanne, I went to teach, to instill in the children a taste for literature. And what? Cell phones and pizza! Consumerism and ignorance. Our future is here. These children are our future! Philosophers reactionaries predict the invasion of the barbarians... And the barbarians are already here in our schools!

- Can we go to the movies?
- Come on, only deprovera works. Two, three, three, three...
- What all these idiots?
Worse class I've ever had. Horror.
- Every year you say the same thing.

Life without stories is not worth anything.

I was attracted by a strange scent. It was the smell of middle class women.

She never gave verses. She's like a clean slate. This house is not poetry. Throw her a few lines and one metaphor, and this is the explosion of the atomic bomb.

In these directories the words desecrate, rape. Just to sell. Look - it's ugly. Art for perverts. They call it art, and I - shit.

They it made love?
- No. He presented that. At his age, such fantasies in order. It's quite innocent.

Is it true that all children have nightmares, if during the night a thunderstorm?

Training - teamwork, information sharing, division of responsibilities and powers.