Character: Nick. Page 1

Women, they're in all the worlds is the same: it is better to wzmocni as a mouse and will show their new clothes, wearing something old, but the season.

Right, and you know, oddly enough, the light in their fanatical act with much greater brutality than the dark. And remember: light is not always good and right, and dark is not always evil and cruel. They are created, like all people, they simply have a different view of the world. But in the midst of this bright-you'll never find a cold-blooded killer, but the real dark for the sake of pleasure or ritual sends a casual death. And the rest among the bright among the dark, there are exceptions, for example, I personally knew a demon who loved to paint pastoral pictures, and his friend, the local priest, checked all brides on the subject of virginity.

Human behavior may have a different soil hard rock or viscous quagmire; but at some point I don't care what it's founded on.

This day to give the opposite sex any useless crap in the form of hearts, to confess in love, to create for their favorite romantic evening with candles and champagne, and much more.

And they left together, without a word, disappeared, like ghosts, lonely and alienated, even from our pity.
Tom took the towel and began again to wrap nerosubianco a bottle of whiskey.
- Maybe some of this stuff? Jordan?... Nick?
I was silent. He asked again:
- Nick?
What?
- Do you drink?
- No... I just remembered that today is my birthday.

I can cheat, betray, or turn on only one occasion - if I let you. And I won't allow it.

There is nothing to stand on ceremony with him. I do forgive him for his past, but not going to forgive his actions in the present.

Damn! Fable much clearer and clearer than these ancient stories with multi-layered philosophical subtexts and contexts.

Those who rise to the bait scammers, I envy only one thing - they still haven't forgotten how to trust people. Priests, gurus, teachers, just people. I have long don't trust anyone. I have forgotten how.

- Understand, Fanny, we're not right for each other and both know it.
- Listen, my dear, maybe I won't do for you, but even you have no right to decide who fits me.

You can hack everything, especially if it is invented by man.

I don't love you like they say, "no matter what". I love you along with all.

Bad to write about what really happened. Kills for sure. To out sensibly, you have to write about what you have thought up themselves created. And get the truth.

It is not easy to become a great pisatelem if you are in love with the world, and in life, and in different people. And like so many places in this world. You are healthy, you feel good and you love to have fun, in fact, what the hell!