Character: Mo

- Try! thought Mo. - Look into my heart and tell me what you saw there, because I don't already know.

All is the game play, coined Fenolio, kept repeating to himself Mo, passing along the silver columns. - If only she hadn't seemed so real!..

We must always remember the criticism.

Sometimes the truth I want to hear the least.

Fear kills everything. Mind, heart, and imagination - and even more so.

- What kind of eyes?
- PM.
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- Postmodernism.
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To hell with stupidity for stupidity.

I did a lot of things that I'm ashamed. And something I'm proud of, even worse!

If you take a book, a strange thing happens: the book begins collecting your memories. One has only to open it later, and you're immediately transported there, where he read these pages. I skimmed the first words - and come to life in front of you are familiar with the paintings, you feel the smells, the taste of ice cream, which was eating while reading... Trust me, books are magical, because nothing holds memories like their page.