Character: Hans Snir

In the life of a child, everything, even the most banal, acquires significance.

Free time for a non-artist is the same as working time for a clown. All people, from a highly paid manager to ordinary workers, know what free time is. And the clown has free moments - he sits down comfortably and, having smoked some half a cigarette, is imbued with the consciousness of what it means to be free. But the so-called vacation is like death for us.

No need to disturb the bygone moments, it is not necessary them back.

I don't understand the American morality. I think the Americans would have been burned at the stake compassionate woman, declaring her a witch, every woman who makes "same" not for money not for passion, but only out of compassion for man's nature.

... I hate to explain poetic images. Either understand me or not. To interpret the texts are not my specialty.

I have long ceased to talk with people about money and about art. Where these categories into each other, it's not good: the art is either underpaid or overpaid.

The outsider (everyone is in this position relative to everyone else) is judged on the position of the other differently than the one who is directly involved - either too gloomy or too optimistic, and so in all cases: whether it is happiness or unhappiness, love tragedy or creative degradation.

The people of the earth are not only intelligent, but they are humane and generous brothers in Christ.

Silence is a good weapon...

- What's wrong with you?! he exclaimed.
- I'm a clown, ' I said. - A clown who collects moments.