Character: Art

- What Grenta you were dead?
I'm sorry, Arthur. - High blond threw up his hands. - I didn't mean to. These elves...
- I don't care about elves! Art swore. Because of you, motherfucker, I lost a bet. After all, claimed vian, you're gonna die, if you come back to Leorio! And I am a fool, aware of your good luck. And here is the result: now, instead of the brother annual tax reporting Vallenberga have to disassemble!

Despair worse than death.

Envy. People envy those who are different from them. Out of envy they look down on them.

Everyone has complexes and sympathy.

Freedom is not to make a statement about her achievement. When you eliminate all obstacles, such a thing as she won't hold.

- I opened a student account today. They are put on by freestuff hundred pounds! It only remains for me to pin.
- You don't have it?!
- I ran away to celebrate.