Character: Patricia Holman

- Of course! More than enough! I want to finally be unreasonable! Let's be unreasonable, Robbie! We will not think about anything, nothing at all, only about us, and about the sun, and about vacations, and about the sea!

“They look like this when hit by a car.

- Tell me, Robbie, ' asked Pat, after a while, - what kind of flowers are there at the Creek?
- Anemones, - I answered without looking.
- Well, what do you say, dear! It is not anemones. Anemones are much smaller; in addition, they bloom only in the spring.
"Right," I said. Is Cardamine.
She shook her head.
I know Cardamine. They have quite a different view.
- Then it is a Hemlock.
- What are you, Robbie! Hemlock and white, not red.
- I don't know. So far I have done these three names when I asked. One of them always believed.

After the war, he kept thinking: what is happiness - to live. In comparison, the happiness, everything seemed to him insignificant.

- What have you been doing?
- Yes, actually, nothing. Just lived for yourself.
- Praise for it! There is nothing more beautiful.

I don't want to know. Now I just want to be happy.

Ah, my dear, that's all, pretty easy - don't have only ourselves to complicate your life!

You do not know who you are. I have rarely met people who would be so very wrong about himself as you.

- I want to live, you want money.
- To live!

Slowly, then firmly.

... fresh roses on Sunday, and even at such an early hour, certainly smells like theft.

- But, in fact, ashamed to walk the earth and almost know nothing about her. Even a few names of colors.
- Do not worry - it is much more shameful that we don't know why I hang out on the ground. And then a few extra names will not change anything.

People more the poison than alcohol or tobacco.
(People are much more dangerous poison than vodka and tobacco.)

- You're not in love?
- Not really.
- To me it was immaterial.
- A wonderful recognition. So it should not be you don't care.
- Yes I not in the same sense. I can't even really explain to you how I understand it. Can't though, because I still don't know what you saw in me.
- Let me worry about that.
- And you know this how?
Not quite. Otherwise it would not be love.