Author of quotes: Andrew Neiderman

You cease to amaze that this world is full of pain and suffering. God must not really care about him lately.

Conscience, when it in terms of approaching the law, is excess baggage. Why else would then existed the practice of law, if everyone lived according to their conscience?

Women sometimes should pamper, Kevin, - he said with a fatherly, patronising intonations. You have to remember the tokens. So you remind them what they mean in your life. Adam neglected eve in Paradise and paid dearly for it later.

As the saying goes: "there is no hell worse than revenge of the cheated woman".

The ideals, principles, as you call it is neither ultimately do not matter. Need to learn a single lesson - everything has its price.

... Compassion is a wonderful quality, but in the legal system place for him. This is a subjective and imperfect feeling, which is constantly changing, while the law must be perfect, timeless and universal.

... People always choose what is good for them. The ideals, principles and all that... In the end, it all doesn't matter. Need to learn the only lesson: everything and everyone has its price...

The first impression is often the last too.

Someday You will realize what you have done, and hate myself.

- However, <...> - there is no doubt that the devil is always with us. Some part of his nature is always evident in ourselves as well as the characteristics of the Lord. Many see this as a result of the fall of Adam and eve. I don't know, I personally subscribe to this theory because I believe that each of us has the capacity for good and evil. Either.

... the Prosecutor's office and the legal profession - it's like two knives that are continually sharpened against each other. The more sophisticated attorneys, more sophisticated, eventually, become prosecutors. It's their job. And we understand that. And appreciate. That's exactly how I tread on the tail of investigation, not allowing them to relax and pointing out errors, and they hate me for it.

- Miriam, you're not a geisha. You're my wife. I've always wanted you have shared with me the joys and sorrows, defeats and successes. So you were part of me, and I you.
I don't want to hear about all sorts of unpleasant things, Kevin, - she said firmly. Just don't want to. Mr. Milton's right. It's like the shoes left outside the door, so as not to bring dirt home. A man's house is his personal slice of Paradise.

Room - or, should I say, the hall was illuminated by rows of lamps, hidden lighting, runs along the ceiling, and several crystal chandeliers, Tiffany and Waterford in various shapes and sizes cast a light on the Ottomans and canapés. To the right was a bar, lined with stone, with a long oak bar. Along it just mushrooms lined bar stools on long legs, with black hats on the seats. Behind the counter deftly worked a pair of bartenders, rocking shakers and doubling in the mirrors that created the illusion of a delay in the movements. Above them hung various sized glasses, the light played in them like icicles in the spring.
Immediately to the left of the entrance <...> miniature dance floor, covered in crimson glass with a backlight. Above him flashed intermittent strobe light, scattering a rain of blue-green-red stains on the guests, so famously and played all shibashiba to the beat of the music, right the hell are roasted. The dance floor was surrounded by a wall of mirrors, so it was hard to guess the number of dancers, stared when they wanted it in their reflections. <...> There is enough half naked women, surrounded by men in suits and fashionable jackets. Between them scurrying waiters in black tuxedos and waitresses in white blouses with trays of hot entrees, appetizers, cocktails, champagne glasses. <...>
Men and women writhed and shook, as if experiencing an orgasm. In the center of the room a lush, red-haired woman, barefoot, in something more like a combination of floating gait proceeded to the bar. All, including women, looked at her. In the bright light of her chest practically shone out - she's with the same success can go "Topless", thought Kevin.
Think Miriam got on some kind of Roman Orgy, moved to the present day.

I can't stand when people can't choose: white or black, good or evil. Life becomes so much easier when we occupy a certain position, isn't it?