Author of quotes: Dmitry Glukhovsky. Page 1

Blood with tequila knocks me in the head. This is an increase of two degrees. I straighten the back. I almost bent over his wife and not smashed face him. Wonderful.

Think with your head! If all have ready answers, so someone they have planned for you! Need to ask questions, okay?

Flowers were damaged by mold and were radioactive, but people took them anyway: nothing better in the underground to find. After all, they had more to love and grieve; and how to do it without flowers?

It is no coincidence that all the world's armies were staffed by yesterday's schoolchildren. But disposed playing war youths, one who was able to see thousands fighting and dying people blue and red arrows on the maps. The one who was able to forget about the severed feet of twisted guts and crumbling skull, making the decision to sacrifice a company or regiment.

To ease the tension, no one thought, lamps and so was burning in full force. Darkness coming not at the station, and in human souls, and even the bright mercury lamps could not disperse.

Artem, this idea seemed very strange. Why it was necessary to first punish all the death, then to sacrifice his own son in order to return everything as it was?

Thanks, ***s!

Under the bath there were cockroach whiskers sticking out. Waited for Elijah to blow his brains out, to take his soul to hell.

My theory is on this subject. I have all my energy, right? I want to give you. Because you are mine. And while I have it all you give, you will be fine. We'll be together, and nothing bad will happen. It's like a protective field in fiction. Like an invisible dome over us. Over you. And if I start to give someone else a piece of your energy field then it will immediately weaken. Us and to each other will not attract and in the dome will crack. And then he could collapse on us. Me - and you. And I don't want to. I'm afraid of it. I love all the same.

It's time to give Sasha something that he bought for her at the market, said Homer. It seems that she will soon come in handy.
He took from a drawer a packet, twirled it in his hands. The girl burst into the room in a few minutes - a tense, confused and angry. With feet climbed on his bed, staring into the corner. Homer waiting - the storm is or pass? Sasha said nothing, but just began to nibble her nails. Was time for decisive action.
- I have a gift for you. - The old man got up from the table and put it on a blanket beside the girl.
Why? - but she claws, not appearing out of the sink.
- Why do people give each other something?
- To pay for the good, - replied Sasha. - They have already made or about which they ask.
- Then I'll pretend I'm paying you for the good that I already did, smiled at Homer. - I've got to ask about.

And now came: when she whined he common future, just the present one to be stuck not like.

I'm alive, live late all the time, mother, but dead-just not in a hurry.

God chasing sinners, procrastinate it, stick with Ramsey. A righteous man with God, as with a bus driver not to talk about anything. The route is clear: drive out.

Say, rises before my eyes. But that's not true, of course. Flashes for a moment. Impossible to keep. It is impossible to see the details. Can't remember that a minute before was that after. Images-fragments, spots on the retina, not of the picture but sensations. See where they really are? Where they do? And where is Ty?