Character: Ravic. Page 9

Power is the most contagious disease in the world... Yeah, the hardest disfiguring people.

Nothing repeats. Again, that's all.

Do not be afraid to be funny. However, this requires not only courage, but also known to ease.

The correct separation to leave.

- ... Lions kill antelopes, spiders - flies, foxes - chickens... But what of earthly creatures continually fighting and killing their own kind?
- The child's question. Well, of course, man is the crown of creation, who invented such words as love, kindness and compassion.
- Correctly. Which living beings are capable of suicide and commits it?
- Again, the man who coined the eternity of God and the resurrection.
"Fine," said Ravic. Now do you see what we are made of contradictions. So do you still not understand, why do we die?

You're as good as all the dreams of men, as all his dreams and one of which he was unaware.

- Love is when people belong together. Forever.
Forever, he thought. Old children's fairy tale. Because even the minute and that will not keep!

"Why?" - is the question of which still broke all logic, all philosophy, all science.

... who expects nothing never will be disappointed. Here's a good rule of life. Then all that will come later, will seem to you a pleasant surprise.

- You're never afraid.
- I have nothing to fear. It's not the same.

No. We don't die. Die time. About damn time. It dies continuously. And we live. We continue to live. When you Wake up in the spring when you fall asleep - fall, and between them a thousand times flashed winter and summer, and if we love each other, we are eternal and immortal, like the beating of the heart, or rain, or wind, and is a lot. We vegative days, my beloved, and lose years! But who cares who it bothers? A moment of joy - that's life! Only it is closest to eternity. Your eyes twinkle, Stardust streams through infinity, gods decrepit, but your mouth is young. Between us trembles riddle - You and I, Call and Response, born the evening dusk, the enthusiasm of all who loved... It's like a dream vines, fermented in a storm of Golden hops... the Screams of frenzied passion... They come from the most ancient times...

You don't like to talk about themselves, isn't it?
- I even think I like about myself.

The easy nature of the cynics, the most unbearable - idealists. Don't you think it strange?

In continuous darkness and a wandering light - beacon.