Character: Cyril

- Um... maybe.

- YOU KILLED A WOMAN WITH A SHOTGUN!

- WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!

- Yes... it happened.

Need to drink.... For the day of pots!

- Brothers

The croaking stopped as suddenly as it began. With my peripheral vision, I could see a black band scattered across the sky. It made me look up and realize that the birds had not only stopped croaking, but also flying. They just froze in the sky, as if someone had pressed a pause while watching a movie.

I felt myself as one with the whole world, with the entire universe, with every person, with every living being, with every atom. Now I understood that we are all parts of the Higher Reason. Yes, each of us has our own tasks, our own mission, but we all have the same ultimate goal. And how well we cope with our destiny depends on how much further the Higher Mind advances in its development, one step closer to the Eternal Absolute.

No - it's awful!

"Art has a higher moral power. I like it," he suddenly wanted Cyril to pluck this flower. But he inhaled and continued: - the Power of art is that it gives us a choice where life choice does not.

- The era of postpostmodern the laziest of all. Do the census - and you'll be modern and modern.
- I prefer modernism. Outdoor view of the world.

More and more people prefer to enjoy the sunset than the sunrise.
- Just too lazy to get up at the crack of dawn.

... And Engels believed that mankind develops in a spiral.
- We are not humanity, we are Guinea pigs. Our series: the cage the cage!

Nude thoughts worse than the naked body. It's a completely different level. The level of intimacy. The level of openness. The level of love.