Author of quotes: Arkady and Boris Strugatsky. Page 1

I used one. I love one. I don't want another...

Pookie, darling, you don't penetrate, I don't know, but this is good, because understanding begets doubt, doubt begets marking time and marking time is the death of all administrative activities, and hence yours, mine, and all.

Look, Pepper, he thought, maybe all this carousel to exist, to make it work? In fact, a good mechanic fixes the car for two hours. And then? And the remaining twenty two hours? And if the same machines are experienced workers that machines do not spoil? The very same as always: good mechanics translate into cooks and cooks into mechanics. It's not something that twenty-two hours twenty-two years can be filled. No, there is some logic. All work, doing their human duty, not that monkey any... and more specialty gain... not really any logic in this mess is a solid, not logic.

And I bet you wasted. Data neither the one nor the other, but because both constantly refer to the fundamental theorem, "by God, right!"

Is it possible in a few minutes to Express what is not able to speak for a few years?

Do you have a conscience? If not - go to the corridor, over in a corner somebody's lying.

They stood at intersections, crowded under the street lamps, angular, smoky, leaving on the sidewalks placer spitting, cigarette butts and pieces of paper from sweets. Nervous and deliberately melancholy. Thirsty, constantly looking around, stooped. They badly wanted to be like the rest of the world and at the same time, assiduously imitated each other and two or three movie stars.

You forget that my origin is not visible any difference even between the king and you.

... Everything else is just scaffolding at the walls of the temple, he said. All the best that mankind has invented over a hundred thousand years, all importantly, it is understood and what an idea, goes to the temple. Through millennia of its history, fighting, starving, falling into slavery and rebelling, era and intercourse, brings humanity, itself about it without suspecting, this temple on the muddy crest of its waves. Sometimes it suddenly says to itself, this temple recalls and then either accepted to pass this temple brick by brick, or frantically worship him, or to build another Church in the neighborhood and in the reproach, but it never really understands what he's dealing with, and, desperate to use the temple one way or another, it very soon is distracted by his so-called urgent needs: start something for thirty three times over to share again, someone to crucify, someone to praise - and the Church just keeps growing and growing from century to century, from Millennium to Millennium, and not destroy it, nor completely impossible to humiliate... The funny thing is, Izzy said that every brick of this Church, each one eternal book, the eternal, each melody, each unique architectural silhouette of bears made the experience of humanity itself, his thoughts and thoughts about it, ideas about the aims and contradictions of existence; that whatever it seemed separate from all the short-term interests of this population samojedny pigs, he at the same time, always inseparable from this herd and inconceivable without it... And still funny, said Izzy, that this Church in fact, does not build consciously. It cannot be planned in advance on paper or in some kind of a genius brain, it grows by itself, accurately absorbing all the best that gives rise to human history... You might think (ask Izzy sarcastically) that they themselves direct the builders of this temple - not a pig? God, Yes, what a pig sometimes! A thief and a scoundrel Benvenuto Cellini, binge drinker, Hemingway, Tchaikovsky was a homosexual, the schizophrenic and the black hundreds Dostoevsky, burglar and hanged françois Villon... God, Yes, decent people among them rather rare! But they, like coral polyps, they know not what they do. And all mankind - as well. Generation by generation, eating, enjoying, prey, kill, die, - EN, you see, a coral Atoll rose, but how beautiful! But what durable!..

Here you consider themselves technocrats and the elite. A Democrat for you - a dirty word. Everyone cricket may know befitting him last. You terribly despise the broad mass and awful proud of it with his contempt. And in fact you are real, a wholly owned slaves of the masses. Everything you do, you do for weight. All the things you wrestle with all this in the first place mass. You live for the masses. If the mass has disappeared, you would have lost the meaning of life. You pathetic, miserable applied. And that is why you will never get maniacs. After all, what need to the General mass, to get relatively easy. Therefore, all your tasks are tasks that are obviously solvable. You will never understand people who kill themselves in protest...

The miracle outside of logic, but inside of a miracle has a logic, albeit of its own.

Just such a fate, such a life, we are. And if we haven't had our misfortunes, it would be better if it did. Worse would be, because then happiness would not have been, and there would be hope...

- Absolutely the old man became. A hundred years ago or, say, in Gonzale for such a descent I would have deprived of the diploma, to be sure, Alexander Ivanovich. I used to levitating as Sex. Now excuse me, I can't bring vegetation on the ears. It's so untidy... But if you have no talent? A huge number of temptations around, all kinds of degrees, titles, the laureate prize, and there is no talent! We have many grows to old age. Luminaries is, of course, does not apply. Gian Giacomo, Cristobal Junta, Giuseppe Balsamo or, say, comrade Kivrin Fedor Simeonovich... No sign of vegetation! No-ka-fir! Smooth skin, elegance, harmony...
- Excuse me, you said, Giuseppe Balsamo? But it's the same as the count of Cagliostro! But according to Tolstoy, the count was fat and very unpleasant to view...
- You're just not in the know, Alexander. Count Cagliostro is not the same as the great Balsamo. It's... how would you say... It's not a very good copy. Balsamo in his youth he matricial yourself. He was extremely, extremely talented, but you know how when you're young... Fast, funny - anyhow, that would be fine... Yes... Never say that Balsamo and Cagliostro are one and the same. Could be awkward.
I'm certainly not an expert. But... I'm Sorry for the indelicate question, but what is sofa? Who wants to know? Maybe you'd be more comfortable through...... Here before you came a friend, he used.
And and, my friend, because it was Cristobal Junta! He is to infiltrate through the sewers for a dozen leagues... We're down... the Sofa he took with him or Disapparated?
- N - don't know. The point is that it is too late.
- Late? It? Incredible... However, how can we be the judge?
However, I thought out loud. Not would seep into the sewer!..

That was with a shovel, long and monotonously spelled out the basis of the political structure of this beautiful country, is a citizen the way he was. The device was extremely democratic, about any coercion of citizens could not be and speeches (it several times with a special emphasis is underlined), all were rich and free from cares, and even the farmer had at least three slaves.