Author of quotes: Boris Vian

Books were in alphabetical order, but the owner did not know the alphabet, so Chic found the shelf Partre between the letters "B" and "T".

The shop owner was Smoking a pipe of peace, the comfort in the complete works of Jules Romain, who wrote his volume exclusively for this purpose.

- Wow! Anything else does not.
- It does not matter. You also don't look like anybody.

When one is in love, he is known, becomes stupid.

- I am in despair and at the same time, inconceivably happy. Cool when it is so wildly want what you want... I want to lay on burned grass, you know, when the sun was hot, and the soil is quite dry and the grass is yellow, like straw and brittle, and it is full of all sorts of insects, and they are torn on the dry moss. Prone and look at it all. And that nearby there was a stone fence, and gnarled trees with leaves. Then all at once itlegal.
- And Chloe?
- And Chloe, of course. Chloe in the idea.

She shook her head to throw back his curly shiny hair, and strong form pressed my temple to the cheek Knee.
The circle was silent, and he felt that from now on the rest of the world is not worth it and damn.

She was pretty. But Tribes knew her parents.

Opera is the only place in the world where the hero, having received a blow with a dagger in the back starts singing instead of bleeding.

Are you playing the fool on my nerves...

I die, when will gossip
around me,
to dissemble and lie
and paper my to steal.

I'm going to die naked or dandy,
clean-shaven, with pink bow.
And that secular shock dur,
I don't do pedicures.

I'm dead, obviously murdered.
And a professional killer.
If it befall me,
I die without knowing who died, -
only hear the whirring of the buzzer
aptly in the heart of the aimed bullets.

- I killed someone - complained to Claude. And not just a man, and a cyclist.
- Can report some news, ' said the Abbot. I saw your attorney. The guy turned out to be a conformist.

Still standing on a mine. Went this morning to patrol, and, as usual, was the last. The others had passed, and I heard feet clicking, and froze in place. These things explode only after it is removed from the leg. To shovel all the guys that remained in his pockets, and said to go away! I'm here all alone. Could wait for them to return, but told them not to come back. You can try to jump sideways and fall flat on the ground, but what a horrible thing to live with no legs... they kept a pad and pencil. Throw them as far as possible before to change the pace, but this time because I was sick of the war and because in my leg tingle.