Author of quotes: Christina Stark. Page 4

But seriously, William, I think if you fight for something to the limit, God will not stand, slap his forehead and exclaim: "Here! On! Take it! Just leave me alone! I'll have to go into the database to find your profile among the other seven billion earthlings, rewrite your fate, you will have to kill the whole day and a lot of cosmic energy, but since you're like a tank, ready to his purpose, spit on My design, please!.." You know? I think it's all about the struggle. In it the whole point and only there.

No matter what nightmares or tortured you at night, let in the morning no one will doubt that you even dreamt about Teddy bears.

My body is a cage, not allowing me to dance with the one I love but my mind holds the key.

Sorry, Stefan... I don't want no boys. No meetings. No talking. Not today, not tomorrow, never. Because I really, really! -it is terrible.

I lie in a wet red to pay under the counter. Red suits me, no doubt. But it's the hue of the dress, which in real life it is better not to have. I think I'm going to die, for something lifts me into the air. According to the script it must be a slow upward flow, with the other lights and voices of angels... But no. Lift me up from the ground quickly, arrogant, jerk. I send hand and foot signals, trying to mumble "I'm alive, I'm still here", but the signals get lost somewhere in the middle, legs and arms don't work, and what it is capable of head and limbs are foully dangle from side to side.

- Cool, - he nodded when I leaned over to him across the counter.
- Sorry, what? - I asked.
- Cool pendant, - he pointed to a silver angel with wings spread, dangling on my chain. - Talisman?
- Something like that.
- How protects?
- How. Once I plugged it into the eyes of the bad guy.

Another visitor, a boy of ten years, pulled out of the bucket, lush chrysanthemum, confidently walked up to the counter and handed me a crumpled fifty.
- The girl? - I smiled.
- No, grandma - seriously he replied.
- She will like - I assured him, wrapping the flower in a layer of cellophane and barely restraining himself, so as not to pull his hair.
I don't know. She's at the cemetery, actually - he shrugged his shoulders. - A year already.

- Oh yeah! Friday! I forgot - I'm a theatrical slapped himself on the forehead. Thank you, Ol... I Have big plans for tonight.
Date? someone murmured Olga. - Who's the lucky guy?
"Harry Potter".