Character: Bruce Robertson

As much as I wanted to be someone else, who she accepts me. Those who do not give a shit.

You can call me old fashioned but I believe ladies should be treated with all possible respect.

It requires equal rights, so let get equal work.

The only cure we need is to fill in the offense.

The grip of terror felt almost physically; sometimes they weaken, but never go at all.

I have no photos. Only memories.

I thought of mother. I despised her for her weakness. How could she have let this pathetic creature do to her? How dare not fight back from him?

Gus and early birds. Can't say I like that so well. If I could, it would be better to sleep, but at night I get these voices, and I'll sleep when fumbling inside vile's eating you thing. Night - time anxiety attacks. I would prefer that the day lasted twenty-four hours.

Believe me, Shirley. Working with the police, had to become a student of human nature.

That's really a bunch of morons. I thought only I was not lucky with, but there's always someone worse.

They won the battles, when it became shoulder to shoulder. But lost, struggling alone. And one day they lost everything.

People knew that throughout history the ruling classes have always cared only about himself: the aristocrats who owned the land, the capitalists, who owned factories, which require coal, which is extracted from workers.

Actually we're not that mad as they want to show.

Sometimes I think that the worst day already and can not be. Oshibochka! Can always be worse.