Character: Catherine

When I return to Portland
I swear, I'll ascend up to the chopping block.
But only to Portland to return
I don't have never...

The magician and fell from the roof. What is this MAG?

You suffer. You smile at people, but your soul cries out in sorrow that cannot be expressed. You simply no one to tell, because for everyone else it will seem petty and worthless. Their loans, betrayals and losses of your favorite team... soccer or hockey, it's all so important! And here you are with your pain and explain something really does not work.

I have a roof similar trouble. Feel like one half goes, and the other collapses right inside my head. Buries there all I could believe.

- Early bird catches the worm. I'll give you five minutes to pack.
(Twenty minutes later, Russian)
- Change the time zone... Insomnia...

- You should not think, little one that we can choose or do what you want, require some conditions to be happy. Most importantly, you see, is the will to happiness, a constant and intense reflection. And all the rest - women, art, success in society is only a pretext. The canvas on which we embroider.
- Right.
- There is a quality of happiness. I can enjoy it only in a stubborn and fierce confrontation with its opposite. If I'm happy? Do you remember, Catherine, the famous formula: "Ah, if I could start life all over again?" So, I begin.

I don't know why you go, if you're so happy here.
- I'm afraid, baby, here I can love, and it would prevent my happiness.

- Look, it's the highway patrol, maybe they will ask for directions?
- What are you, baby? They do their ass with two hands you will not find.