Author of quotes: Max Frisch

A really polite man is always filled with love. He loves the person wants to know in order to save him.

Between the writer and the horse the only difference is that the horse does not understand the language of horse Baryshnikov.

Really nobody wants war, but definitely not for hatred.

Every person sooner or later invents for himself a story that became her life.

Sooner or later everyone invents some story that it takes over your life, or a number of stories.

We live in an age of reproduction. Even the idea of the world we make ourselves, not seeing anything with my own eyes, or rather, seeing and hearing, but not in the original, and reproduced on television, for example, on the radio, even the knowledge we gain in the distance.

To kill a man or at least his soul can be in different ways, and this will not find no police in the world. It is enough one word of sincerity in due time. And not even a smile. Show me a man who cannot be destroyed smile or silence.

People are friends because it is not devoid of pleasures, and for everything else there is a psychiatrist, something like mechanics servicing garages inner life and feelings, in case if you find damage, a hole, which he patched up can't. Friends are not supposed to burden the sad stories, sad expression. And not worth it. Still a soul they will not find anything but the standard, non-committal optimism.

We live, as if moving through the pipeline, and there is no hope that we will be able to catch yourself and correct at least one moment in our lives. We have that before and even if you reject it - no less than "today".
The time we are not transforms.
It only reveals us.

I never thought, frankly, that Philology and history of art can feed people.

We talked about the stars as they say in the night, until it is clear that none of the interlocutors does not understand the stars.

In General, people in General, as the design, can still go, but the material is useless: the flesh is not material, but a curse.

In General it had the value of only the future and, perhaps, a little now, but to someone else's experience, she was totally indifferent, as, indeed, all young; it does not took that all repeated from generation to generation, and experienced something we have taught or could teach.

When we think that we know the other is every time means the end of love.