Character: Gabriel

You have received such a priceless gift. Right? Every one of you the Creator has given redemption: murderers, rapists, defilers. Anyone only need to repent. And the Lord will press to my bosom... nah... In all worlds in all universes, no such boast can not. It's not fair.

Fortune favors the impudent...

1922-1957... the Whole life is in that dash between the two numbers. The input and output. And we fill that in. Born, cry, laugh, eat, defecate, move, sleep, make love, argue, talk, listen, walk, sit, lie and die. Everyone thinks it's something unique, out of the ordinary, but really all one and the same.

- You go to a restaurant with only those men that you don't like?
- Yes, - sadly sighed and nodded to Gabrielle.
Why?
- Because those who I like... I'm scared to lose them.

While you think of someone who you loved, and still love, the love continues...

Dean gets out of the trunk gun.
That's not very nice, Dean.
- Where did you get that?
- You can tell Sam's ass.

- Ellie, my friend, believe me, people are created not for the fact that you killed them.
The boy shrugged, clearly regretting that I haven't, and as if asking "And what else?"

If my conscience is, it certainly represents some very perverted form thereof.

A difficult question. I know I loved her, sometimes; even I know how stupid that sounds, but that's what love is, it exists in moments. I don't think you can love constantly. We love SIPS, the moments of tenderness, sadness, sex love lies in the smooth contours of the buttocks and tears. I loved her last week when she talked about her fear of ultrasound; and yet I loved her last night when she fell asleep on my chest; there is still a part of me that loves her right now because I realize how close to losing her. Enough?

- Gabriel, you should be ashamed! - nuns reproachfully looked at the whining from laughing and started to help the elf to shake.
- I am ashamed - I agreed. - But funny. Shame you can about yourself. And laugh out loud are better!

Again, as it turned out, the team picked up sensible, at first glance composed of complete idiots. They quietly gave me a piece of information that really for any other would be a useless set of words, and took this oath, that Mama do not cry! Even the notorious maniac would dare to go against the oaths of trust to the force to which he belongs. It's simple. In some worlds, people and other living beings can manage without a soul with a slight feeling of discomfort. But not here. In this world soul is a strong link between the mind and the body. No soul - man/dwarf/elf/someone else becomes a useless piece of meat. He can no longer control your body. It continues to exist without his commands and die quietly, so as not able to open my mouth even to eat. Although a rational creature continues to understand and feel inside of the body. Isn't it a terrible fate?

- How much longer? Max, you this concerns in the first place!
What? She again humiliates me!
- You can not be humiliated, handsome! New York loves gossip about you and wants to rape you!
Change your clothes, please, to warm, - asked mother.
Max stood still and looked at his sister:
- I don't want to be raped by lustful bitches of this town!