Author of quotes: Tatyana Tolstaya. Page 1

The neighbor man Duden to heart him tiality, mind is muddy, the disposition to inflame.

You, Book! You're the only one not fooled, not hit, not hurt, will not leave! Quiet - but you laugh, shout, sing; humble - amaze, tease, tempt... and I will want dizzy, confusing, Volodina, blur, tears will susiraja, breathing Sahalee, whole soul, like a leaf on the wind volnuetsya, the waves will rise the wings will wave!

This day will be remembered, so it is empty. What did you do? Nothing. Where did you go? - Anywhere. What he was talking about? Yes seems to be about nothing. Will be remembered till the end of time and the brevity and subdued light, and precious idleness, and sweet lethargy, and early deep sleep.

For all, of course, not only want bread, but also circuses, many circuses, with the exception of the spectacle of the bread and eating the other.

Talking about God either so infinitely complex that the start of it, or, conversely, is very simple: if you want God was, he is. If you don't want - no. He is everything, including us, and for us it is, first and foremost, is ourselves. God is not imposed upon us, is it distorted, false image imposed on us by other people - he just quietly, like water, is in us. Seeking him, we are denying ourselves of it, we deny ourselves, scoffing at him, we mock him - the choice is ours.

... it is not only original products - there are truffles, oysters, goose liver, this is just corny - and how what is woven, the combination of incongruous, in the art of the impossible, courage and subtlety, in particular, whether the national demon of the Gallic people: connect the temper, stinginess, patience, selfishness, philosophy, sensuality, Shine, beat Veselka fifteen hundred years, - then there will be French, incomparable cuisine.

The new generation is inclined to a new version of the Russian language, this is not sweet as the former, but quite suitable for simple communication. Its main features are shallowing of the dictionary combined with the verbal scraps.

The charm also is a property that strongly defies analysis, no explanation, a kind of grace.

Each person has an angel, he in order to protect and sympathize with. Growth is different, depending on the circumstances. He's the size of a Dachshund - if you are at a party or in the crowd; the man - if he sits in the passenger seat of the car in which you are rushing, shouting and dancing; that is unfolding to your full height - and it's like two telephone pole - and quietly hanging in the air, here in this stuffy and empty meaningless evening of July, unknown what year. The corner of my eye in certain lights you can even catch a mica gleam of his wing.

Love, love the person, and then I don't love him, and if what sorry, not him and his feelings - so let them walk, and they will get back to you on all fours, with broken teeth and bruises.

Man is the intersection of two depths, still bottomless and equally incomprehensible: the outer world and the inner world.

How many books, so many different lives to live.

... with a dream and to live more convenient, and sleep is sweeter.

There is no worse enemy than indifference! With the acquiescence of the indifferent just happening all villainy. You're "Mumu" read? Understand the parable? He was silent, was silent, and the dog died.