Character: Viola. Page 1

Obviously, I'm a genetic freak, but babies don't cause I have no emotion. Children can deal once they turn seven years old. At least, from this age they can talk.

Life sometimes throws up these stories to invent and the most fevered imagination.

- I am an honest man!
- All fair to the first hundred-dollar bills.

If a person is constantly, persistently, inevitably thinks about the solution to some problem, sooner or later he finds the answer. Newton to formulate the law of gravitation helped the Apple falling on his head, Mendeleev saw that his table in a dream. Understand that the fruit not just fall on people, and we sleep every night, but something did not become great scientists. Just Newton and Mendeleev constantly thinking about solving their problems. Try, for example, spend days trying to figure out where to buy a dog with pink hair in a black box. Vasilite the animal soul, do not sleep, do not eat, drink, imagine it
similar to pink, black chess Board, enters your house, dream, hope. A hundred to one that within a month you'll get a white lap dog, a bag of paint and clear...? If something the person passionately wants, he'll find a way to get any thing.

In the lives of people of great importance, the short phrase "if"...

We have become cold, calculating, incapable of passion. But in fact it is not. Love, hate, jealousy... There are among us Juliet, Othello, lady Macbeth and king Lear. And sometimes the passion is so absorbing that man ceases to control himself, becomes a criminal, ready for anything.

Sometimes talk with some of the elite and you will understand: this man is good only externally, in his heart he is a real ham, not burdened with thoughts, and no University degrees won't make him mind and education.

The second half of the chocolates I ate in the Elevator. Mouth settled sickly-sweet, but deep down, lapped the bitterness.

I always thought that lying is bad, but for business use it is possible to tell the truth.

It is a pity that thoughts can't be put in order as quickly and easily as hair.

Me stirred up, not in forces more to restrain the rushing of the souls of the hatred of all mankind, I asked:
- What brings you to our land?

I can't stand the sweet, empty and secular conversations smile.

And anyway, more than anything, I love a quiet evening in late autumn, when it's pouring rain in full.

Poor men can't even imagine what they are capable offended them woman!