Author of quotes: Alexey Ivanov. Page 2

Man - this is such a useful and smart working cattle. Man should work, eat, fuck, sleep. If he can't provide, he'll run away and get drunk. Occasionally the man had let go (night) - fishing or on someone's funeral. The man need to instill that proud of him and he's the owner. To do this, sometimes you have to dress it better and bring the show to the neighbors. There's happiness of course, he will uruchamia, and it should pull back slowly to the road yelled. Here, in General, that's all.

Claws of anguish that for a year rusting in my soul, slowly uncoil. It seems to me that for the first time in a long while I move along the road that will lead me to joy.

I want to get into a vessel and buried in the depths of the sea, the old man Hottabych.

Before the New Year is half an hour. Last year was different - good and bad, heavy and light. Let's take the time to keep quiet and remember things they won't have to remember to enter the future without excess baggage.

You know, I don't like it when I show bare, dirty ass and rejoice.

All the signs of fate are only good to down the road.

- The zoo and dinosaurs are there?
- No. They died out a long time ago.
- Why did they die?
- Ate each other to the last.
- And the last?
- The last died of hunger because no one else was there.

And here I stand beneath these constellations with empty hands, with holes in the pockets. No truth, no heroism, no woman, no friend, no money. No shame, no conscience.

- Viktor Sergeyevich, you know how the first medical aid?
The last can. Copper penny eyes closed.

I define Holiness: it is when you're are not the key to happiness and when you no one is the key to happiness, but you loved people and people loved you too. Perfect love, you know? Perfect love casts out fear. The Bible.

The colors of the world grey blue. The eternal twilight beauty. Eternal neuyuta Northern charm.

I feel the space, will, cold. <...> The air - ocean. Space - can't breathe.

All uhyggelig the day, everyone is silent. But the silence by the fire unites us is stronger than all the Mexican markets. I know what means this silence. It stands for North, the night, the tides, the abandonment in the forest. It refers to our common loneliness.

I feel very much do not get. Not enough for me.