Author of quotes: Georgy Zotov

Yes... Yes... Yes... please... more...
It makes me want to smile. Why are people talking in bed - such misery? No, I understand - in terms of merge not talk about the features of the cold currents of the Strait of Pas-de-Calais. Yes - it's like a consent to what is happening now? Hmm, so it seems clear: Helga, I wouldn't mind and extra confirmation is hardly required.. "Else"? I wasn't going to stop the beat and were not heard about it. Conclusion - word during intercourse guff, and the people doing it had nothing to do.

... because porn is also a kind of fairy tales, only this time for adults.

A complete lie that the world is ruled by money, is a phrase impotent.
The world is ruled by sex and always has been.

I'm sorry, and THIS is everything you call life? Stuck at work for twelve hours, and then reheated frozen food three hours before going to sleep staring at the TV?

- (Whispers.) And you never wanted other men's wives?
- (Wrinkling her forehead.) Love. You must understand - I am a creative person. And for inspiration I need to fuck everything that moves, and that doesn't move, push and also fuck. Otherwise I fail the wondrous verses, which is still admired in the world. Sex is the engine of talent. Wished, I confess, wanted. But purely in the name of art.

What is the glory? Pathetic patch on the old rags of the singer.

- Madam, the tavern is the essence of the Russian soul. Our state. Our ideology. Love, if you want. Everything merges into a single frenzy, the clink of glass and the intoxicating smell of pickles from the wooden barrels, tickles you nostrils.
- (Nodding seriously.) Yes, you are a poet.
- Ah, miss. As inscribed on the wall of one of the public restrooms near the village Mitino "to know the love and passion of the fans we are, alas, not destined... Among the shit we all poets among the poets we the shit".

Curiosity is a unique feeling. It haunts people even before his death.

From "Metallica" has a song - Sad but true. That is really sad - but true.

In the modern sense, God is something like a hybrid of the Gestapo with the beater cows. If time does not hit with the whip, the animal will understand the command, it will not happen, well it did or bad. That's when in the air Whistler the whip and with torn skin, blood will scatter, then Yes. Otherwise, it is impossible to understand that stealing, stealing, or killing is bad. This is an exclusive feature of God is rude to take the sinner by the scruff and a good shake in the air.

- It is useless to send and plagues, Peter. Flying locusts in China from her pancakes make with sweet and sour sauce, in Europe nabezhit crowd of the press (the number of more locust), and in Russia, Dr. Malakhov will tell you how grasshoppers improvised methods to prepare healing lotions. You cannot solve the problem. Exactly.
- Then one method is left, Lord. But very true. Deluge.
- (Peremptorily.) They will come out.
What does that mean?
Just believe in the word.

- You remember, I very clearly explained - should not hold the post purely for the sake of show-off. Where there. Among the new Samaritans post is wildly popular, as is not eating chicken nuggets six weeks, you automatically equate yourself to the saints. You can commit adultery, kill, steal, and worth forty days to devote to a good fungi, but not disgusting pork escalope, and I, of course, all is forgiven. Hmm, that would be bad. Individuals bypass post, like a shell game playing with me. Not until Easter to indulge in carnal love? Nothing is impossible in the traditional way: Yes, prohibited. But other methods can.
- What?
- Peter, I even do not want to sound.

Everyone complains - why doesn't he help? From this fact, incidentally, is flourishing and atheism. I pray a teenager, asks for a moped and I'm not, I'm not. Not God loves people. If on the contrary, the blockages to all scooter most do not want. Only I have news for you - you yourself don't like. Your whole life is one big dislike. But I have to forgive you, like a good shepherd. I, your mother, and forgive: let this behavior ranged to the very edges of the halo. How do you imagine a world of universal justice? Each of you is bill gates? Great. Let's say you're a billionaire. And your friend too. And grandmother. And poor little sister with a stolen doll. But who are you to house toilet and put the debris from the door sweep? The plumber and the janitor by the grace of God is also billionaires, they are worthless to get your hands dirty in shit. The logic is that - may the Lord give me elephant health & diamond barrel, and all the rest of the goat in the vegetable maslitse. I'm the best. I deserve it.

- Why are you promising to take care of us, allowed all sorts of terrible things on Earth? For example, the concentration camps during world war II. Poverty. The atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima. The fact that millions of people life to plow for a penny, and his personal life does not consist in them, as if they you neither believed nor prayed. I do not care, can incinerate, but I said it to your face. Let me just for the peace of port wine SIP.
- (Heavy sigh.) Yes, this is a very popular question. I have to serve on the Land as a district superintendent, a kind of non prishibeyev. To push and not let go. But I want to draw attention to some don't notice my opponents and critics of the modest fact. Once upon a time, humanity is mired in sin. I'm not becoming ceremony and breed politesse, completely destroyed it by a flood. Easy and elegant, there was just blub-blub-blub. Alas, today such a thing will not work: the same Russian in its history, held that in a week to learn to breathe under water, about the Jews, I not even talking.