Character: Douglas

... and in his dreams he again set sail on the hidden and buried the road to the hidden and buried targets...

So. - Kel Quatermain leaned forward, bones creaking cane. - What do you want to know?
"There," blurted Douglas.
- All? The quartermaine chuckled under his breath. - It takes as much as ten minutes, no less.
- If anything? asked Douglas.
- Anything? One, specific thing? Well, you bent, Douglas, for this life is not enough. I'm pretty much thinking on this topic. "All" with extraordinary ease flies from my mouth. Another thing is "something"! "Something"! While chew, the jaw will dislocate. So let's talk about it, but we'll see.

Never say never. It will only make you look silly when you have to take those words back.

We ourselves did not know until he left.

The best part of the statue, thought Douglas. Only they can hold out on the lawn. Never let them move. Once you allow - and then with them will not cope.

If you run, time runs exactly with you. There's only one way you slightly delay time: need to look at everything, and to do nothing!

And all extremely well, everything can be touched by hand; everything in the world is close and clear, and always will be.

They see back much farther than we're ever going to see forward.

Definitely a huge pupil of a giant eye, which also just opened and looks in amazement, he stared straight the whole world.
And he realized: that's what suddenly came to him, and now will stay with them and will never leave him.
I'm ALIVE, he thought.

And then the day comes, when I hear everywhere around the apples one after another falling apples. At first one, then somewhere not far more, then three, then four, nine, twenty, and finally the apples begin to fall like rain, gently knock on the damp, darkening the grass, just a horse's hoof, and you are the last Apple on the Apple tree, waiting for the wind slowly rocked you and tore off your support in the sky, and fall down, down... And before fall in the grass, already forgotten what was in the light of the tree and other apples, summer and green grass under an Apple tree. You fall into the darkness...

Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. Dandelion wine - caught and stoppered bottles the summer.

In each of his ear knocked on the heart, the third was pounding in my throat, and now crashed loudly in his chest. Body greedily breathed in millions of pores. - I really live, thought Douglas. - First I didn't know that, maybe he knew, I do not remember.

- Tom! And quieter: - ... How do all the people know... know that they... live?
- All right, you know! What do you think?
- It would be so - whispered Douglas. - Well everyone knows.