Character: Clerve. Page 2

But you're still a thinker! - Kleha got in the car. - Maybe you better in advance be locked up to save mankind from a new unhappiness. When you become Prime Minister, it will be too late.

- But during the war all the people gave a vow, if I live not to repeat this error. But one quickly forgets everything.
And did you all forgot? asked Lillian.
- Tried my best. But I did not quite succeed.
- Maybe I love you that's why?
You don't love me. If you loved me, you wouldn't tell me about it.
- Maybe I love you because you don't think about the future?
- Then you'd have to love all the men in the sanatorium. <...>
- Why do I love you?
- Because I'm with you. And because you love life. And I'm a nameless piece of life. It is dangerous.

Breathe deeply, enjoy the mountains, give thanks to God for their salvation and think that people are much better than you, had to die.

- Like the man who mourns his property, and his life puts in anything?
- He is a fool.
- You still have to learn many of those same fools.

- I'm happy, he said. And I don't care if we know what happiness is or not.

Only Amateurs think that race is very romantic; while driving there should be nothing except the machine and the rider, the third may be only a risk, rather, everything else brings danger.

They all seek either to adventure, or business, or to fill with noise jasov a void in yourself. She chases after life, only life, she's crazy to hunt for her, as if life is a white stag or a fabulous unicorn. She is so given to the pursuit of her passion infects others. She knows neither restraint nor regard. With her, you feel something old and worn, then sovershennym child. And then from the depths of forgotten years suddenly come up to someone's face, resurrect old dreams and shadows old dreams, and then suddenly, like a flash of lightning in the twilight, there is a long-forgotten feeling of uniqueness of life.

She knows she must die, and accepted this idea, as people are getting used to the morphine, this idea transforms her entire world, she knows no fear, not afraid of any vulgarity or blasphemy. Why the hell am I feeling something like horror, instead, without hesitation, rush into the vortex?

I realized that everything that we consider ourselves superior to animals - our happiness, more personal and more versatile, our deeper knowledge and more violent soul, our capacity for compassion and even our idea of God, - all bought with a price: we know that, by understanding people, inaccessible to animals, - have known the inevitability of death.

She can hear a lonely moan in the night, feels lonely and sees the first fire, which the people sought protection; even the most hackneyed, well-worn and sentimental song she perceives as a hymn to humanity in every song she heard and sorrow, and the desire to keep uncontrollable, and the impossibility of this.

- Are you afraid? she asked.
- What?
- The fact that I'm sick.
- I'm scared of the other: during the race at a speed of two hundred kilometers I could burst the tyre of the front wheel, he said.
Lillian suddenly realized what they similar to each other. They were both people without a future. Future Clerve extended to the next races, and before the next bleeding.

Idealists are able to find the use of money.

He saw shiny glasses, a snub nose, pimples, protruding ears, a being, just replaced the melancholy childhood all the errors prouzrokovao state.

To exceed the speed given to men, does not mean to become God.