Author of quotes: Kir Bulychev. Page 2

Oleg always had to paper a special feeling. Paper, even a blank sheet was magic connected with knowledge. It was created to Express the knowledge. The paper was as if a manifestation of deity.

- Then it's better to die, ' said Sally with conviction.
Death is never better.

- The hell he did, ' he said. - He does not understand that does not belong to himself. That there are moments in life when a person has no right to belong to himself. This is when from his actions depends the fate of other people.

Before people themselves have not seen. Other saw, and himself there. Unless in a pool or in the film window. And the mirror told people the truth, and often the sad truth. Because adults remember myself from the days when there were a lot of mirrors. And then they saw have changed, have aged and lost her looks. The young have not seen before. And here it is necessary to form the attitude. Mariana, for example, the opinion about yourself has changed for the worst. When she saw in the mirror, weathered face with high cheekbones with sunken cheeks, sharp chin and cracked lips, all in blue spots from the bites of roller coaster, and two large scar on his neck, then realized that she was a freak and never be able to please. She didn't even notice his large grey eyes, long black eyelashes, lush and elastic hair cropped short and is not very smooth.

Without history, people cease to be people.

He didn't really listen to the content of her words, but was willing to put out for her volcano "Kluchevskaya Sopka" or even to light something that is absolutely not fuel.

Well, to destroy their planet again - anyone can do it, but eighteen times...

In this mountain all the failed marriages. We forget the first night, and remember the days that followed, although worthy of love just the beginning.

When I run through dungeons with children, be sure to look around and count children.

Sally looked at the kids. Children were many, she never thought people here in this filthy abyss, unable to produce children. There was something animal, humiliating.

I can't lie. I could be wrong.

Between us, a thick wall of bricks.
And every brick is the month, right?
Even one day can be a brick.

If people do not know the voice of his age difficult to guess. Voices are often early old owners. Or a long stay young.

"Twenty-two hours exactly," said the woman on the phone "one hundred". I suddenly thought, what if her voice is recorded for a long time, ten years ago, she dials the number "one hundred", when she's bored when she's home alone, and listening to his voice, his young voice. Maybe she died. And then her son or the man who loved her, gaining hundreds and listens to her voice.