Character: Robert Ross. Page 7

After the crabs will eat more ice cream? I asked Kahn.
- I have done it once. I cannot say that I benefited from it. It is impossible to follow all of the drives at once.
- Very wise.

- Honey, it's the trouble of a big city - there is almost never alone.
- Whence, then, here are the children?

- I am a modest person. I think just about the box office, and you immediately robbery. You'll go far.
- But live, probably less.

Falsity and hypocrisy make a greater impression than the truth.

The world is full of good people, but you notice it only when they are in trouble. And it is a kind of compensation for the difficult moments of life. Amazing balance, forcing in moments of despair, to believe even in the very distant, impersonal, automatic God, sitting in front of the control panel. However, only in moments of despair - and never again.

- You like cigars?
- I still poorly understand them. Smoke everything that comes to hand.
- You are to be envied.
...
- This is news to me. Did not think that it is possible to envy.
- You still ahead - the choice, pleasure and satiety. The lower the level at which you begin your journey, the later you get sick of it.

Sometimes fear is beneficial. The main thing - to relax. When holding it in my fist, be sure of the accident. Life is like a ball. She always keeps balance.

Things begin to speak only when they look long. And those things I say at once, not the best.

One who knows only hate or only love - jealous primitive.

- And are you romantic?
- For me it is a luxury. The police lack the romantics more often than all the others.
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- Want to find a woman?
- I don't need it.
A woman always needed.
- Just not today.
- So, you're still a romantic.

Remorse corrodes the soul is stronger than hydrochloric acid.

I eagerly, even with some fear stared at this foreign woman who became my closest, and looking at her, suddenly realized that only the dead belong to us completely, but they can't escape. Everything else in life moves, evolves, goes, and, even appearing again, becoming unrecognizable. Just a dead faithful. And this is their strength.

At the funeral it is hard to avoid pathos and secret, deeply hidden satisfaction from the fact that you're not lying in this terrible polished box.

Should not look too deeply into the soul, otherwise you will soon run into a grate that leads into the underground channels flowing with sewage.