Character: The main character

Like it or not, people will always judge by looks. These are the realities. I mean, that's what they're looking at first. The same applies to the animal world. Animals evaluate each other based on external factors: whose wings are larger, whose mating call is more harmonious. But as for us humans, things get much more complicated. For example, over time, you can see something attractive in features that previously repulsed you. The more time you spend with a person, the more your opinion about him changes ... Because not everything is what it seems at first glance.

... invented the ball, called it "Orb-invisible." Top of the facet structure, plastic coated... And inside... you wouldn't believe. Hanging in olszany a giant ball. Remote control opens - pulls to the side, with a rectangular segment in the side, but within absolute, pitch-black this velvet darkness. And if you stick your hand inside - the hand disappears. The effect of cosmic "black hole". She explained, I understood nothing. Well, not good, never was good at science. Knew only that the idea in itself for itself, a closed system of mirrors.
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- This is not fiction, uncles Lesh. This is physics. Here the same effect that cosmic black hole's gravitational pull is so great that it can not leave even objects moving at the speed of light. Hence, the light can not from this hole to escape!

Since she could clearly explain what a mind game.
This is when the head has boiled bubbles in a glass of lemonade, and the brain bubble, and something begins to click-click... Run colorful figures, merging and sharing again, absolutely live... Pictures chaotically back to the surface, surging, gaining volume, and there, inside the forehead, reflected in a gallery of mirrors lining minutnami pairs, floating lettering, arabesques, slim magic patterns, one after another, melting, splashing, finally, to the glare of a marvelous kaleidoscopic dawn to fade and re-bloom, as the tapestry on velvet cherry, purple, blue-night pulsing background...
This is when she sits and doesn't understand how it passed so much time...

You know what it is to die before death? Heart is beating so hard as if breaking free from your ribcage, beating against lungs, not able to use oxygen. In the eyes of the dark, and fireworks are shooting billions of black dots. The body is not obedient like a rag.

Man, driven to madness by grief and guilt. The prisoner of this dreadful house in which he was pursued by the echo of the mistakes and tragedies of the past. In this very house... Where there's no hope. Where nowhere to wait for rescue.

The edge of life gives its inhabitants the comfort, accustomed to those who live in the centre of large cities.

- What do we do if there arhidemon?
- We will aldelaema, that's what.

- I conceived a cunning plan to get around them all and a secret to tell all the bad things that you have expressed. Then they rebel, and I become the leader of the group! Ha-ha-ha-ha!!
- If you want to command a squad, just tell me.
What? To command? I? No, no command. When I become a commander, things go awry: we lose the road, people are dying, and in the end I find myself somewhere on the rocks and no pants.

Yes, after the seventies, people are obviously relaxed. It seems, we are pleased each year to improve processors for phones, but flying on the same planes as fifty years ago. It's probably just a question of priorities.

My awareness expanded, beyond the head - I was a balloon, clot, floating down the street and tearing it to hum with energy. The world as infinite, made up of bright, iridescent crystal rays. And I'm a Ghost, wrapped in the armor. Scared of their imperfection, but enchanted by the beauty of the world spirit enclosed in flesh.

The concept of appearance is something completely unnatural. Why redness of the lips or on the cheeks dataromance we recognize the beautiful, red eyes or red hands is a disadvantage?

- So, Mrs. van Hopper is sick Monte Carlo, ' he said, and she wants to go home. Me too. She is in new York, I Manderly. Which of these places do you prefer? Choose.
- Do not joke of such things, it's not fair.
- If you think I'm one of those people who love to make jokes at Breakfast, you're wrong, ' he said. - I have in the morning I always in a bad mood. Again, the choice is yours - or are you going to America with Mrs. van Hopper, or home, in Manderly with me.
- You mean you want a Secretary or something like that?
- No, I suggest you to marry me, silly.

- I'd like to keep forever here this minute, never to forget.
- What is the compliment - good weather or my art the driver? - he asked and laughed; so the brother could make fun of my sister.