Character: Methodius Buslaev

Don't compare me to a sheep. What if the sheep get offended?

The dumbest thing to say always with the most intelligent expression.

- I think that is because the darkness you can't serve half. The darkness of himself and punishes his servants, taking, blood pulling from them the most expensive. Take any one of us. All of us, or unhappy, without Eidos, with a gaping wound in his chest that could never be filled, or inflated narcissistic fools (tomorrow you, Methodius, you'll see them), or even natural freaks like Legal. Diehard supporters of the dark really a little, though there is, of course...
- But why then serve the others? wondered Methodius.
- Well, my dear, you will say the same!.. To get to the side of the darkness is very simple: only once inadvertently stumbled on a slope and roll down... endlessly. Though at times fun roll, with taste, can't argue with that...

- I know what you're thinking! - astutely said Pasha.
"What?" he asked.
- Do you think that he is happy to be in our society. In my and Sconzo.
- I'm in seventh heaven. Now take a chainsaw and cut you to the Souvenirs, said Methodius.

I want to give you a gift. But only if you have strong nerves.
- A good start!

- Hey, stupid question! Why did you choose it? - whispered MEF, when at some point they Chemodanova and turned away from her companions.
- Stress! It works for me! It is harmful, but real! And character traits - it's the little things, eventually I'll humble! Or she me - Yes, just me bare hands do not take! said Chemodanov.
I don't understand.
- And what is there to understand? Bull it is better to take by the horns! We need to approach a girl and say: "Woman, come into my cave! I'll hunt mammoths, and are you going to cook me meat and I give birth to ten sons". And she'll follow you, if it's yours.
- If you don't go?
- Well, then it's not yours, but someone else's kind, don't need you lady! Then it is better if it will immediately disappear from the horizon without smearing porridge on the plate.

Ignorance is the excuse of donkeys. Chance - excuse bunglers. Good reason - the excuse of mediocrity. For professionals good reason does not exist.

From the point of view of banal erudition not every human individual is capable of loyally to respond to the trends of potential actions.

The more sugar in her voice, the higher the probability that you need the sugar to powder the poison.

Well, there is more than shaking and pushing fun - the more chances that you have it trample.

Horror begets is not the one who is great and terrible, but one in whom a lot of concentrated hatred.

- Buy me something! asked hungry Daphne.
MEF stared at her:
- To buy small. Buying low lives. I will you all give! You don't mind?
Daphne cautiously agreed.
- Do you want me to give you this tree?.. Now it's yours! Come to him whenever he wants, and say: this is my tree, I gave it to Methodius! Although that tree? Here is the zoo! Is it yours, too - I gave it to you. And the square is yours! And so be it: that star too! What did she get out so early? Well pay off! - MEF enthusiastically ran ahead and began to give Daphne everything he saw.
Daphne smiled. She already knew that her chocolates today, don't wait. And tomorrow, perhaps, too. MEF was a poor student and could only give zoos and the stars.

All pain is rooted in self-pity. Where there is no self-pity there's no pain.