Author of quotes: Salman Rushdie

A dangerous thing to impose on others their point of view.

Maybe if you want to be a personality in the midst of the teeming crowds, should fall into the grotesque.

If for us the word "yesterday" means the same as the word for "tomorrow", we are, therefore, not possess.

Where the little man is defeated, the great world triumph.

If people long to humiliate them ripen and to burst out uncontrollable rage.

And suddenly a terrible wave of freewheeling news of independence. They began to convince them that their old country - new country. Judge for yourself, the power of local people to imagine that. Therefore, in the new country began to wield the really new people came: relatives or acquaintances a local, or even strangers.

Those who leave the nest, and breaking up with its past. However, someone tries to take it with you, in bales, in boxes do. But from a long course of time the precious relics and photographs fade and fade, so much so that then the owners of them not to admit.

In Pakistan, an acquaintance everything is possible, even behind bars.

To sum up: suffered from fainting spells and restlessness; keen on the girl and the stars; suffering from nightmares and obesity. Well, is it a hero?

We should not get ahead of ourselves, let the story everything goes on as usual: the beginning, the middle, in the middle of the end. And decree for us a new-fangled scientific experiments, of which the conclusion is that in certain closed systems under high pressure and time can reverse and effect the causes swapped. Let.

I don't care if they are all in hell, the stepfathers, the weight of the hands pushing down on the defenseless child's head, these spineless mother, those perpetrators of Desdemona! Let them disappear once and for all this whole useless baggage of a clan or tribe!

Life is driven by rage, he thought then. Fury - sexual, underlying the Oedipus complex, hidden in politics, in magic, in animal cruelty makes us to reach dizzying heights or to sink to unimaginable depths. Furies, the embodiment of rage, generate worlds, give us inspiration, freshness of thought, passion, but also violence, pain, and absolute destruction, force to strike and receive blows, from which it is impossible to recover. The furies pursue us. Dancing the dance of fury, Shiva destroys, but also creates the world.

Our stories are what we carry him in our travels across oceans and borders, through life. A small supply of amusing incidents, all of these "and then what happened", our personal "lived once". We are our stories, and when we leave, if we're lucky, our stories will give us eternal life.

Journey - worthless, a waste of time. It removes you from where your existence has meaning and which, in turn, has for you some importance, because you give him yourself and your strength, and leads to the magic land, where you are, in fact, no one, and are utterly stupid.