Author of quotes: Georgy Zotov. Page 1

Mind you, the miracle is overwhelming the first time. On the second surrounding turn into a sophisticated sommelier, they want not just wine, but definitely from the Alpine regions of Italy, harvest strictly certain years, capitallogica the sun.

If people survived the flood, any action is useless - albeit the most severe. No meteor, no nuclear war, no fire and brimstone. Hrenushki. It with dinosaurs was just - Bang asteroid, and hi. But, between this and then, why I still did not ask about the dinosaurs? I created them much earlier. Cool, I must say, were animals, not discussing so much of the earth's population of that period: dragonflies with a wingspan of two meters I'm definitely proud of. And where are they? But with the lizards easier - they will agree to die and will die, as it should be honest reptiles. People will hide underground, stock up on oxygen tanks, mutate so that the fire from heaven they will not care. People in survival rates comparable to cockroaches. Look what's going on, at least in the twentieth century - Hitler, the atomic bombing, large-scale attacks. Mammoths would have died but these survived.

People love to talk, but too few willing to listen.

No one in life is not recognized - he just likes to kill and torture, for war... Not-e-e, he will lead the eye to the ceiling, will make the lean face and prognosis: "In the name of the Lord." What would they do without me? As would justify their vices? Definitely, atheism is doomed. Religion is a vital necessity.

So listen, I just do as I order certain individuals to win, to Rob, to torture to death other men, other Affairs I have in principle no. Yes, according to crusaders, I was told to cut thousands of inhabitants of Constantinople, who, though Christians, but Orthodox, and so the schismatics and heretics. I have not appeared before the bright eyes of the knights, but they are intuitively guessed about my desires: I urgently want a bloodbath, just do not feed bread. Similarly, I personally ordered the burning at the stake of heretics in Spain, and the Netherlands, burning of Avvakum in Pustozersk, as well as other believers. I and no one else (in the opinion of the Holy office), rigidly insisted that "dogs of the Lord" tortured the rich in the name of the king, urging to confess to the worship of Satan, in order then to confiscate the property of merchants. Of course, I required to cut the language of the blasphemers for the voluntary or involuntary insult of his name. What scares me is, they actually believed it? I wonder how humanity is impossible to get along with two theories: on the one hand, God is love, and ooey gooey, and with another - to let immediately dies everyone he ever gram do not like. For example, take the constant problems with the Jews. "They crucified Jesus". At-at, and-and-and. The Bible is not destiny to read? In fact, to the cross with me nailed exactly the Legionnaires of Caesar Tiberius and spear in the ribs plunged the Roman Longinus - but this is quite unnecessary and boring details. No one will come to the area and not tear his shirt, screaming, "kill the Romans, save Russia!" Antiforensic about the massacres I have not heard. Interesting, huh?

She returned from the funeral in a fucking horrible mood. Frankly speaking, such an event rarely leaves satisfied - if not enemies to bury.

I'll try anything three times, my dear. Then came you on the rake, they smacked you in the forehead, this was repeated twice more, and then suddenly unclear.

... money is always and at all times has spoiled people, easily turning them into pigs without visiting the country of the Gadarenes.

- If you are God, tell me.
- You thirty years, you name is Maria, and you get drunk to pig squeal.
- ***nick just. Yeah, well now I totally believe it. You've convinced me.
- (Not paying attention, without hesitation.) You lost your virginity at eighteen, you had ten men and only two I finished. One of them is from your work, and it happened drunk during the event, on your office Desk. When you wash in the shower, singing the song "the Scorpion" Still loving you, sings off-key. As a child you wanted to become a doctor. Your favorite animal - the elephant. Sometimes you take pictures of your Boobs anonymously post it on the Net and look for a reaction. (A terrible cough... the Man knocks companion on the back, the bartender looks around.)
- Hmm... that's why I don't like such things... choke EVERYTHING.
- (Continues to cough.) You... you hacked my account on Facebook?
- For me it is not difficult, but... no. Here again I repeat: in your century is not interesting to show a miracle. Remember the Jew will show something, and the whole crowd - Wau-at, a chorus of ecstasy. Let me touch, let me kiss the floor of a tunic, bless the child. And here? Hacked account, hypnotized, slipped something into the drink. You are not boring self-seriousness? It's so great to believe in miracles.
- (Snapping his fingers, indicating to the bartender for a bottle of "Borjomi".) Please help.
- (Sympathetic.) Embarrassed? Pour the lady at my expense that mineral water. Thank you. Have a drink. (Sound of throat, shortness of breath.) Water?
- (With caution.) Itself.
Great. Now taste again.
- (Again, cough.) It's... it's... IT's WINE! You turned water into wine?! Oh, my God!
- (Somewhat tired, in a condescending tone.) Well, finally. Ask for an autograph?

I'm interested to talk with sinners. The name of Mary Magdalene about something you said? Oh, I see the flicker of interest in your eyes. Yes, Sunday is Mary now, just would have marveled at what she brand. Well, we had constantly talked heart to heart, and many others. Heathen women funny. Other sin with a kind of challenge to society. Ah, that'll be me in spite of all that bad. Also some front line, with trenches, bunkers, fire resistance.

Hundreds of millions of people never opened the Bible, but the hundred and forty-six percent sure that I banned alcohol, frolic in bed and listen to heavy metal. I give you a tooth as collateral, in the Scripture not one word about heavy metal. Should be read carefully, but of course... - (With obvious irony.) - Holy books are tedious... That if only they fit a few text messages of support.

You have in the world of some strange relationship between a man and a woman. Like on the front. Each other in something he is playing as in the counter, and waits for a sudden ambush, then to fights to break out. Women are afraid that they fuck and leave. Men that are bred to loot. Circus with horses, and only.

For sleep it is recommended to lie with your eyes closed and count sheep. Awesome lesson. The last time these sheep he counted, loaded into cars, taken to market, sold after hard bargaining with the village customers, propyl revenue in the tavern, having arrived, had a fight with a squatter... but still never fell asleep.

I remembered the anecdote: "If you can't sleep, pour yourself a hundred grams of whiskey." "What, after I fall asleep?" "No, will be fun to watch".