Author of quotes: Eugene Barboza

... And they lived happily ever after? You don't know my grandma!

- What is it? slightly raising his voice asked Mel.
- Attack! Serpent.
- War - I
- What do you mean war? - tried to get Mel. - Without warning? Without reasons and ultimatums?
- So the war begins, my relaxed response the mercenaries were amazed. - Early in the morning, dark at night, hot day, in peaceful silence, with a Cup of something delicious, while the sweet baby sleep, or foreplay.

- Nani mirai no to soryūshon no-kako ga sonzai'shinai basho - I quoted a long forgotten word. - A place where there is no future and the past dissolved.

Munch. Munch, Munch.
- In, you don't have to eat at a time like this?! - protested the Serpent.
Munch, Munch, Munch.
- No Snakes, she can't do it. - amused Bark.
- What's that? - I pouted. - Well sit.
We in the ambush, and not on a picnic! - roared the Snake.
Munch, Munch, Munch.
- In!
That is not me!
Is I - said Shin-Ren.
- There is still time, - stood up for us silent Khorog.
Munch, Munch, Munch.

- Where were we? - returned old Tang to the table.
I did not lose in vain time and already ate half of their portions.
On Presicce, - shrugged, gobbling up both cheeks mashed vegetable unknown to me.
- Oh, a foundling, a foundling, - shook the old man's head. It seems that the girl anything, but when you see HOW much you want to eat the whole passionate impulse goes away.

Nari, don't run from the pain, he said. - Pain is your main helper. It clears the mind and gives strength...

Put my hands in the Golden liquid, good the wound to fully heal, and plunged into the soul of the ship. I am the ship, the ship is me. Girls sitting in the pilot's seat, no, instead I am a strong, powerful, wild. Ahead of the threat, next weak, weird and clumsy, like me. They are not interesting. Want forward, to the stars, which are not visible due to a solid wall of stones. I don't like the stones, they hurt sting. But that's not important. Inside me, hot, breathable, disturbing. For her sake, I exist.

- What's it like to fall in love? I decided to use this opportunity to finally find out what it is.
As much as Rin's ears began to move, listening to our conversation. Yasko after this my question, his eyes rolled, and unworldly woman began to explain.
Is when the heart instead of the tuk-tuk makes WHAM-WHAM-WHAM. In the eyes of all the dark and the stars soar. And the head is turned. Knees shaking and legs weak. And skin from the touch of the fire burning.
Opensource projects, eh... what she described to me...
- The same symptoms of poisoning poison swamp scary (snake so big and sooooo poisonous) - I incredulously misleading truism. Something I do not want to have about love to know anything.
Yasko ugly vylepil eyes. Rin gave a stifled groan.

"Glad you like that."
What? Cruel?
"You're a beast. Live by our laws. Worthy. Do not leave behind enemies. Live today. Strong. Proud." - he jerked his tail.

Look, here product unconventional love Goblin and zombies, you'll be scraping your brain off the sides of the skull in a pile, and clearly give me the answers! See flyer runt?! - I'm usually not rude so openly, but the circumstances demanded it.

The pale disk of the moon reflected in the dark surface of the water, in the center of a large lake. Next sad blinking stars. Rare rhythmically swayed the reeds growing along the banks. A warm breeze played with the leaves on tall trees. In the distance an owl hooted. Music flowed the sounds of the night forest.
In the heart of the reflection of a night drive in the middle of the lake, stood a frail white-haired Nude girl. Black water lapping around her hips and flowed through the palm of your hand. White hair tucked shoulders, scattered on the bare chest and rippling on the alabaster back to the water. The girl gazed into the night sky, humming a tune stringy...

Stopping, I lifted the hood and lifted her face to the sun. Inhaling deeply, the fresh sea air I was just happy that it's another beautiful day. What you see is blue sky. What still breathing, and breathe the air of freedom, not damp casemates.

Road. How much or how little in this word. For someone on the road is the endless motion, of unconscious motivation, choice, unsupervised knowledge of the world and himself. The road is life. The road is a struggle. The path laid by someone else, but open again. The road is a bloody sunset, stuffy starry night, the rosy dawn, and finally, a new day will bring surprises. The road is travel, and alien life. The road is the turn that marks own choice.

During the ten years of adult life I realized a simple truth. Today is what's important. And partly future. The past makes us what we are today, but past that you don't remember, just did not exist. So, I thought to myself.