Author of quotes: Viktoriya Samoilovna Tokareva. Page 4

Reading is a passive work. I take in the sides of Anton Pavlovich, for example, or Sergei Dovlatov. Rather, it is they take me to their interlocutors. And what could be more luxurious than communicating with flair? Only love, and that is the question.

The humor is primarily of the mind, and without this ingredient, the soup will not work. A fool is not able to make a joke interesting.

I for their success is not being followed. I don't even know does he? It doesn't change anything. I have the addiction like the alcoholic. Perhaps creativity is a kind of alcoholism. An alcoholic will drink, regardless of whether anyone likes it or not. Creativity is a disease, but the disease happy, bright, God forbid, to recover.

Concepts such as shame, conscience, is something vague, that you can't touch and put in your pocket. And the money you can touch and put in your wallet and exchanged for the right thing.

Mother of Tatyana Larina was thirty-seven years, and she had two daughters of the bride. And now at thirty seven years - yourself bride. And fifty-five years - the heyday, when the form matches the content. Previously lagged behind the content, and later start problems with the form. And in fifty-five years - all fused together.

It would: blow it all and don't work. But talent... He presses. Drives. Talent is more energy that needs to come out. But it's not going to play myself in front of a mirror in an empty room. Need a hall. The audience. Applause.

Everyone thinks to himself that he will never age and die. But getting old, as pretty as nature - the unceasing evolution, and evolution is beneficial to update generation.

Life is a never - ending chance. You should be able to use.

If she could change something - would change, but nothing she could only cry, to heap reproaches and curse my fate - that's really a meaningless exercise.

Beautiful - a little. Talented plenty, but beautiful and talented at the same time - in the afternoon with fire will not find.

Sometimes she was silently crying, it was heartbreaking to watch. Hysteria - still performance. Action. And silent tears - grief and hopelessness.

When you love, you can not speak the words. The whole body speaks, and looks, and silence is full of meaning. Words only hinder and bring litter.

... it's all about the feeling. Favorite smell is easy and fragrant. And unloved - stink. That's the whole secret.

He takes only what he gives the state. But the state can only steal. It itself does nothing. And the state never ashamed. The question is, why wait? Have to go with the rig forward and not be shy.