Author of quotes: Robert Sloan

He pulled from his basket head cheese, and he showed me.
- There erupted a whole Saga, with which all our history was not even close.
Look at Agrippa became slightly defocused, as if lost in the power of his tirades.
Each cheese head - revolutions, alliances, betrayal... You can feel it?
I told him the truth: no, you can't.
- No. You're honest, I appreciate it. Of course not. I too, initially could not. We just do not see. But it's their world, not ours, and their stories of our cooler.
I froze.
It's just bacteria. They can't think or make plans. They just... exist.
- Just exist? Yes, they are doing what we can only dream of. They are prolific and powerful, they can communicate with each other using light, they can join in the group - so what! Millions of bacteria are working perfectly smoothly. If we know how to cooperate, but if we at least got a little closer, we would have solved all our problems. They can live on the ocean floor, in the crater of the volcano. They can live forever.

I opened the video site, searched for "how to break an egg", and the site gave me thousands of answers. I opened the first video and looked like someone's lonely hand breaks the egg on the edge of the glass bowl, and then pushes the halves of two fingers pulled in one direction, two the other. Hand all of this was done obscenely gracefully. I tried to follow her, and the stain of yolk flowed over my hand.

By ten o'clock I had sold all the bread. I had to deploy the shopper, and in her eyes I saw a greedy glitter. She'll be back next Wednesday - I suddenly realized. She will come early.

The photo was ugly and alien, like that time when I decided to take a picture of your mouth from the inside, to see the jump there is a blister (Yes, I really did).

I mixed the ingredients and then began the chaos. The picture in the book was neat, beautifully laid shmat test, and I got some ugly twisted mass.

Internet: make sure you're not as special as you thought.

With photos looked at me very young man, with a frighteningly wide maniacal grin, holding in the air like a trophy, a loaf of bread. It was huge, the width of his chest, and looked, frankly, just fine.

In the school cafeteria gave the Lunches, one of the dishes changed every day, but of course I never took. I preferred the fries, and the potatoes again, and again, and again. She is so divinely scrunched her fastfuda potatoes and the soles were not good! I ate it with salt, slice for slice. It was more than food, it was a social currency - it was needed for meetings and reconciliation. For four years I ate exclusively French fries. The body of a teenager - a real miracle! How he managed to extract from burnt starch sufficient amounts of vitamins and minerals that I functioned normally, but still have grown - and grown to six feet! - Yes, he's grown Breasts and ass? I ate terribly, I know that now and admire her body.

The grandmother Lois, apparently sincerely loved prison loaf is usually cut thin slices and fried, and all the rest leaned on bread from a nearby bakery.

Chest if the knot is tied, and at first I thought it was possibly heart problems, but until we got to the Parking lot at Cabrillo street, I realized that I'm just sad.

Changing the world, don't forget about yourself.

When a person moves, he looks forward and not down at your feet, because it knows they are there, where it should be, and do what you need. And it's cool!

The greatest of us - those who can call another complete stranger, and so you don't sound like an empty phrase, but warm and sincere. So you believed them.

Repetition is the enemy of creativity, he said. Repetition - a lot of robots.