Character: Ira

- You saw me at the end so the bald guy pulled over?
- Well, Yes. Would not be bald - would gray.
- In terms of?
- It is wrong to scare people.

- You saw me at the end so the bald guy pulled over?
- Well, Yes. Would not be bald - would gray.
- In terms of?
- It is wrong to scare people.

I don't want him to fall in love!
- Later, - she sighed. - Your every conversation about him. You remember every word of it. You like him and cry for him. You describe as your ideal. Always, when you talk about him, your eyes glow and the voice becomes softer. Later, again, ' sighed the girl. - You already have.

- Give him a couple of old vials... On trial... Well, it seems that we have a choice? It is necessary to kill this infection and all!
- Maybe I'll try it on you? For the common good!

- What if something happens?
- The child, with us nothing will happen! I promise you!

- How do you know how to make a bomb?
- What is this, an interrogation? We are in a school with boys door transformer box was screw up, cops a rustling in the fallen district. Stepfather even I would pass, you jerk!

Damn the French are stupid at all! Bonjour... uh... Wu... Parla... uh... e-my... how is it in their language...

This reptile washed away because the bastards always wash away, but I'll suffer because lovers always suffer fools.

In General, the books I sniff like a cat to a new food. Long, incredulous. Go, come, depart again. And just making sure that is what you need, you begin eagerly, fast and inaudible to swallow.

- My problem is that I don't follow the ceremonies of courtesy. Return phone calls, correspondence, invitation to visit. Some are joyful and chatty, then permanently disappear. People can't catch my rhythm, I think that I'm conceited, I lost interest or was offended.
- And you observe them better.
- Then I won't have time to think and read. I will howl and it will be even narrower. If I can't be myself, then someone else won't either.