Character: Sam. Page 4

I can believe in truth and falsehood, and in such things about which no one knows at all whether this is true or false. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, and Marilyn Monroe, and the Beatles, and Elvis, and Mr. Ed. Listen: I believe that people can become better, that knowledge is infinite and limitless, that underground banking cartels rule the world and that good aliens who look like shriveled lemurs and evil aliens who mutilate cattle and who need our women and our water supplies. I believe that our future is rock and roll, that there is no future at all, and that one day the Great White Bison will return and give everyone an asshole. I believe that all men are boys who have grown up but have not matured, and who have awesome communication problems, and that as soon as the number of cinemas in any state decreases, theaters can watch movies without leaving their cars , then with sex there begin big problems. I believe that all politicians are an unprincipled crook, and I believe that if they are replaced by an implacable opposition, it will be even worse. I believe that a big wave will come and California will go under water as is, and that Florida will be filled with madness, alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap violates the body’s natural resistance and that for this reason we will all die out from a common cold someday, just like the Martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Markis, that malachite is a petrified dragon sperm, and that a thousand years ago, in a past life, I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that the future of man is in the stellar worlds. I believe that when I was little, the candies really were much tastier, and that from the point of view of aerodynamics, a bumblebee cannot fly, that light is both a wave and a particle, that somewhere in the world there is such a box, in which the cat sits, and this cat is alive and dead at once (although if they don’t open this box to feed the cat, the result will be two types of dead cats), and that there are stars in the universe that are billions of years older than herself the universe. I believe in my personal god, who cares about me, worries about me and oversees everything that I do. I believe in the impersonal god, or rather, in the goddess who launched the movement into the world, and then went to have fun with her friends and even has no idea that I live in this world. I believe in a universe empty and devoid of any divine principle, in primordial chaos, white noise and blind luck. I believe that every person who claims that the importance of sex is greatly exaggerated simply does not understand anything. I believe that every person who undertakes to claim that he understands what is happening in the world will also lie by the little things. I believe in absolute honesty and deliberate falsehood if it is justified by the situation. I believe in the right of a woman to choose, in the right of a child to life, and that human life is sacred, but there is nothing unnatural in a death sentence, if only you can trust the justice system, and even that the justice system can trust only a complete idiot. I believe that life is a game, that life is a bad joke, that life is what happens while you are alive, and that you have every right to relax and enjoy it.

I just need to feel loved.
I just need to feel.

- Why do you always wear black?
- I'm in mourning for my life.

- What happened to me? I even kill yourself properly you can not. I can't do anything right.
I'm sure if you try, you will be able to kill yourself better than any of my friends.

There are no closed paths. There are ways that are well protected.

Let's be honest, dad... you're not doing this for the sake of art. This is simply because you want to feel important. And you know what, there's a whole world where people fight to be relevant every single day, and you pretend like it at all. These things happen in the world that you willfully ignore. In a world where, frankly, you have long forgotten. I mean, who are you, ***s that? You hate bloggers, to laugh at Twitter, you even Facebook pages are not. Are you one of those who does not exist. You do it because you're scared to death like all of us that you are a nobody. And you know what? You're right. You're a nobody. It doesn't mean anything, okay? You don't matter. So suck it.

What would you do if you knew you will succeed? So go do it!

- Charlie fell in love with me, Patrick. This is so his style.
- Okay, Charlie?
I'm trying to stop.

- That's why Sam is all black gasped quill. Black heart, black fur.
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And your fur, chocolate color that reflects? whispered Sam in response. - What a "sweet"?

Look, the only thing you can be sure about is the fact that we don't know what will happen tomorrow...

There are days, like stained glass Windows, when hundreds of small pieces of different colors and mood, taken together, add up to a completed picture.

- My little friend need to use the facilities.
- To hell with convenience, I need a toilet!

- If you don't mind, I'll drive the car.
- If you don't mind, I clung to the dashboard and I will shout it on the street.

- Charlie, I know you know that I like Craig. But I want to forget about it for a minute, will you?
- It is possible.
I want the first time you kissed a man who loves you.