Character: Gottfried Lenz

The fateful minute has passed! That fateful birthday minute when you stare yourself in the eye and notice what a pathetic chicken you are.

- But better tell me, how are you feeling? Like a thirty-year-old?
- It's like I'm sixteen and fifty years old at the same time. Nothing much.
- And that's what you call "nothing special"? There couldn't be any better. This means that you have powerfully conquered time and will live two lives.

The same thing could happen in a city hospital. First the money, then just bureaucracy, and then help.

There are people who are in misfortune and find happiness.

- Gorgeous girl, isn't it? he asked.
- I don't know, Gottfried, ' I replied. - Not particularly to her eye.
For some time he stared at me with his blue eyes and then shook her red head:
- What do you do, tell me, baby?
- That's what I'd like to know myself, - I answered. He laughed and said:
- Look what wanted. Easily this knowledge is not given.

Yeah, man, here, in fact, you begin to realize that you lacked only one thing to be a good person - time. Am I right?

The less a person cares about his emotional state, the more it costs.

When you have a goal, life becomes bourgeois, limited.

The atmosphere is halo, radiation, heat, mystery - all that inspires beauty and makes it alive.

Still I wonder why it is customary to erect monuments to all sorts of people? Why not erect a monument to the moon or the tree in bloom?..

I'm arguing with each. When there are no fights, then everything will be over soon.

To speak out means to ease the soul.

In our age of business need to be able to be romantic.

... you are now entering a period when shown the difference between the bourgeois and the holder. The longer bourgeois lives with a woman, so it is less attentive to her. Gentleman, on the contrary, more careful.