Author of quotes: Fazil Iskander. Page 4

In Anglo-Saxon literature a lot of works where the characters compete in generosity. For example, "East and West" Kipling. In our literature, something I can not remember these heroes. We have a great, noble heroes, but they are not competing with anyone in the nobility, they are always alone.
Maybe the fact that in our history there was no chivalry? Itching to write a poem about the competition two people in the nobility. But I can't find the story.

A free man is a man, sensitive to the freedom of another and therefore a relaxed self-limiting. This relaxed self-restraint is the substance of freedom. To understand freedom as a thing for his own use - that is to say: "I'm a generous man. I've treated yourself".

Drunk stuck in a cage with a monkey stick and poked it. The monkey shrieked.
- I wonder what she mean by that? - surprised drunk.
She wanted to say that a person is not descended from monkeys, ' I explained.
- It will happen, where you will get happens - brilliantly comforted drunk.

He was so distracted that he didn't notice how his wife left him. After a few days, on hearing this, the wife of the pride returned.

Arrogance is the inferiority complex in the strength of his position. Through the arrogance of a man convinced of the reality of his stature or beliefs about yourself.

All the whores in old age are hypocrites. What's the matter? Greed. Already unable to eat body tries as much as possible otozhrat from virtue.

The only feature of the Muscovites, which still left me not solved, is their constant, mysterious interest in the weather. Sometimes, sitting with friends over tea, listen to Moscow's cozy conversations, ticking clock, mutters a loudspeaker, but no one is listening, though somehow not shut down.
- Hush! - shaken suddenly somebody raises his head to the loudspeaker. - The weather is transmitted.
All, with bated breath, listening to the transmission, to the next day to catch her in error. At first, on hearing this alarming: "Hush!", I shuddered, thinking that a war starts or something else equally disastrous. Then I thought that everyone is waiting for some special, an unheard of amenity in the weather. Then I noticed an unheard of amenity as if the weather would not wait. So what's the deal? You may think that millions of Muscovites in the morning go hunting or field work. Because everyone at work a roof over my head. You can't say that this radiant, exhausting in its constant interest in the weather due to the fact that a person must run to the bus or to the subway? Agree, it would be quite strange and even unworthy of a citizen of the great city. There is some mystery. With the purpose of studying the underlying causes of the interest of Muscovites to the weather I was a few years ago moved to Moscow. After all, my true calling is to discover and to invent. In order not to cause any suspicion Muscovites to give them in his presence, freely to exercise his mysterious interest in the weather, I pretend that you are interested in weather.
- Well, I say, that what it's saying about the weather? The wind from the East?
"No," I answer happily Muscovites, - wind South-West to moderate.
- Well, if to moderate, it is still tolerable.

People like naive people. Naive people give us the ability to bring defenses against them, more dangerous areas. For that, we feel for him in the fortification of gratitude.

One of the funny properties of human nature is that everyone strives to finish its own way, imposed on him by the people around them. Different beeps, and plays. If, say, people want to see you as an Executive of a mule, no matter how much you resist, it will not work. Their resistance on the contrary, you will lock in that position. Instead of a simple Executive of a mule you will become stubborn or even angry mule.

Tsvetaeva brilliant said that Pushkin married Natalia Nikolaevna - it is the desire of fullness to emptiness. But you can continue her thought. Pushkin surprisingly friends often liked to chat with empty people. Electricity its overcrowding required the ground, otherwise he would explode. Friends did not understand. Most likely, and Pushkin himself did not understand.

And I have never cheated on their wives, he added for some reason, with a call to God knows who.
- Having so many wives, you did not detail, modifying them, ' I said, teasing him. - You just changed the whole institution of marriage.

So he lived in literature, a well-known and no one knows. He lived, as an icebreaker stuck in the ocean of cotton wool.

The young author should submit the manuscript talented, not hope.

No humanity without overcoming meanness and no meanness without overcoming humanity. Every time the choice is ours and the responsibility for the choice too. And if we say that we have no choice, then the choice is already made. Yes, we are talking about the fact that there is no choice, because I felt the yoke of guilt for the choice she made. If the choice really was not, we would not have felt the yoke of guilt.