Author of quotes: Lawrence Durrell

We all, like ants, crawling on the Grand Lodge Sundries, absorbed into our so-called problems; and the unthinkable, unknown at this time, looks us in the face.

I am endowed with imagination, it means I belong and I am free.

Now you live in my imaginary world edit. Speaking frankly, I was a fool when all you said. Watch it, what are you questioning me satisfied. The same questions several days in a row. The slightest deviation and you are outside of yourself. You know I never repeat the story twice, word for word. Does this mean that I'm lying?

- Well, suppose she wakes up and plaintively ask: "can I hope for happiness?" - what would you say?
- Of course, nothing; because she knows the answer, as anyone knows the answers to their questions. In each issue, as in a capsule, already knows the answer.

In my life there is something like Nezhivenko Place, as you call it, and I'm trying to fill it with people, accidents, illnesses, all that came to hand. You're right when you say that it is only a pitiful semblance of true life, a wiser life. However, while I respect your science and your knowledge, I feel that if I should ever come to terms with yourself, before I have to break through the scraps of my personality and burn them to the ground. Artificially of my problems would solve anything - you only need to bury the bib to the priest. But we, the Alexandrians, too proud for that and too respectful of faith. It would be unfair to God, my dear, and even if I fail someone else (I see you smile), I decided in any case not to let Him down, whoever He was.

But if you don't live with hope, what then to live?

Dreams are only the prose of daily life with a small addition of poetry.

Life is only short breaks parole.

Reality rushes in like a frightened bat, and turns, knocking over the candles and bumping into a white screen.

Above the stack is not illuminated star...
Science holds in chloroform
Our spirit, which is sometimes
Revolt in poetic form.

What is the point? Someday I will lost all her teeth like stones fall from a mountain slope. Only the noble shape of his mouth when something bewitching men can last longer in some postures. The muscle pass position, how old banjo. Then I die - will; but as you read this, I am.

You grow up, and then break, lose, refuse in order to learn how to build, find, and bind together, but only better, more reliable, or something...

He was not fond of the word "war". Too smacks of theatricality.

So we say: once, they say, Lucifer was in a good mood, well, verse him be found. And he wanted for once to do a good deed one, not more, because he has not expected. And so came the earthly hell, and called it Soviet Russia...