Character: Simon

- Right. But it comes only to those who fight to the last!

- This is understandable, but what does the golden mean between beautiful and smart mean? Crazy?

- I feel sorry for your tribe, it has no future.

- Take the advance and did not object. And then the neck will spill.
- No, commander, you're under a hand to fall - three times a fool I must be.
- Why three times?
- Because. The first that caught my eye, the second - for what to pass failed, the third - for what had not ducked in time...

I may not fully understand the importance of their dispute, but were well aware that the girls had a reason to fight. And the reason, apparently, was me.

Stop that stupid song! And stand up when a Lieutenant is talking to you!

I seem to have reached the point of no return when you have either been crazy, or still trying to understand what is happening.

Before the girl not in the car it is necessary to boast, - spoke wisely semen - and in bed. There the consequences of error more offensive, but less tragic.

So maybe you should break this framework, and learn again to enjoy the simple things and a little to be a child?

The ability to say "no" - not exactly my strong suit, especially if the owner requests such amazing eyes.

The lonely sky was burning star. Today I read online that one of the most beautiful of astronomical phenomena, according to scientists has ceased to exist, but we will see that only a few decades. Maybe this star has exploded, and now she's only a beautiful picture in the sky backwater planet on the edge of the County of the galaxy? However, why is there a thing? Because it just is, has a form that it can be touched? Or because we believe it exists? At first glance the answer is simple. But on the other hand... Even if that star is no more, we still see her cold light. Perhaps someone she helped out of the winter forest, gave hope, and someone just a little heat. Could it all to make a simple astronomical unit, and even exploding God knows when? Can billions of people believe in something that is actually there?.. However, the belief itself is not materialized to anything. At least I have not heard about it...

I always thought that true loneliness can be felt not in a hot desert, the boundless steppe or at the top of a snowy mountain, and in the crowd.
In this stream of people, words, thoughts, and ambitions, each has a purpose, a direction.
And I quietly wandered among them, unworthy of the attention of the others.
Maybe it's as a bi-directional vector with the beginning at the same point in the Cartesian coordinate system they are not destined to meet.

Oh, well, you in the bath already, honestly.

Small apartment without a trace of any repair or even the semblance of order, and always the same view from the window at the grey, night and day somewhere running the metropolis - that the conditions of my life.