Author of quotes: Kir Bulychev. Page 4

The pirates do not have running around the oceans and outer space with daggers, pistols, laserlyte. They are found anywhere. Sometimes, the baby just limped to the nursery, and already a pirate: hurry to grab another kid's toy. Sometimes, the pirate in your life no law broken, nobody robbed and killed, and in fact - where the idea was stolen, there is the word stabbed, there is a feeling strangled, and harm him more than the whole boat with pirate flag.

"I think," said he, helping us to arrange the flowers in pots, vases, bowls, saucers, plates and cups, put them in the tub and the kitchen sink - I think that before you no one brought such a lush bouquet.
- No, - I agreed.
- Then I'm your best friend, said Gromozeka. - And again not a drop of Valerian...

As expected in an intelligent debate in our country, the truth is no one has never got to the bottom, for the essence of the Russian dispute is not in reaching the truth, and in proof of his innocence.

Modern writers assume for some reason that some thoughts without the help of the Mat can not be expressed. But it is not. Without the help of the Mat cannot be expressed only catastrophic lack of thoughts.

Never return to the place where you experienced happiness or met love. Because in this case you will suffer a bitter disappointment.

Drach was thinking that when I leave work, before you close the chain that he would allow himself a few seconds to remember something, as it should be last.
But when finished, it turned out that those few seconds there.
The explosion was heard all of a sudden, in addition to tired of a volcanologist who lay behind the rocks and thought the same as Drach.

I can't stand conversations about flying saucers, psychics, white, black, green, and blue sorcerers and seers, new chronologies of the kindness of comrade Lenin and the predictions of Nostradamus. As for my sexual orientation, I long to belong to a strange sexual minority: I lesbianes. Love women.

- Why are you so angry at men? - Alice asked.
- I am sick and tired Nikitin, - said Svetlana. He's my co-author. Terribly muddled. And absent-minded - you have no idea what he's absent-minded! Yesterday for some reason bought a whole bouquet of roses. Brought to the laboratory. What do you think? Set absentmindedly on my Desk. Directly into my calculations! It's distracting! They smell!
- Maybe he put a bouquet on your table? - Alice asked.
- Then it's even worse! So he's mocking me.
- If not mocks? - Alice asked.
- How so?
- And if he likes you? - said Alice. And he wanted to please you.
- No! He knows that if you want to please me, fix the computer!