Author of quotes: About flying snakes. Page 1

People do not want to believe in the absence of magic pills. People refuse to believe that in order to put together a relationship that doesn't work out, everything in that relationship has to change.

FRANZ: I saw myself as merciful. People usually do nothing but kill time, but they do it unconsciously and therefore ugly. I give time to leave with fireworks.

And even a black hole can't chew it.

Your choices are your life. You make shitty choices, you live a shitty life. It's fair as gospel. Life is not a marshmallow, no one is obliged to chocolate it to you.

LUIGI: Yes, at your age everything is so final. Any "no" for ages. And then you grow up and understand that all the tragedies of the world are actually more comical than any invented jokes. If I were you, I wouldn't worry. I would fluff your luxurious curls more, put on more ringing earrings, brighter lipstick and smile, infecting everyone with cheerfulness. Fortunately, you have plenty of it.

God's drug is love.

But that is no reason not to go, not to run, not to crawl towards perfection.

Any cowardice is a denial of the truth ... the truth about oneself or about the world, the truth about the situation in which one finds himself. And the essence of thought is the formulation of the truth about oneself, about the world, about people, about life.

Everything either moves towards the sun and prosperity, or moves away from them, there is no status quo. There is an eternal stream of change - to or from. Too far away from the star, and you are lost in starless spaces of eternity devoid of anything.

Nani would definitely not put a blade of grass on her tooth, as prostitutes do in the port - just as thoughtlessly. No, she would give this action an impossibly elegant shade - no matter whether it's slyness, mischief, violation of outdated norms - it is important that the gesture would have the atmosphere of Nani.

If you are a piece of space junk in the form of a comet that is trying so hard not to get involved that it is constantly running away somewhere behind the asteroid belts, you still burn up. You burn constantly, but you live only in those short moments, while you are squeezed and frightened by running past the star. And you can stretch out one hundred and one million years, of which ninety million are vegetating somewhere in the backyard, where only the remnants of what has not managed to become planets are found. And you can live even sixty million, but of which life can be called if not all sixty, then at least forty million. Forty million spent by the Sun, not in the garbage.

It is an incredible rarity, isn't it true that in this world, at least someone does not disappoint you, but, on the contrary, the more you talk with Franz, the more you understand: none of your ideas would be as charming as reality.

The less bright is drawn to the brighter. Less strong - to stronger. Empty - to the one who fills. It's like gravity, it's useless to fight this hierarchy. In fact, this is gravity - when small objects are attracted to large ones. And here there are no stupid laws of "equality", they say, to each in his likeness. People to hell did not give up their "likeness".

Mamma mia!