Character: Draco

- I thought you were waiting for death. All your friends died, you're being hunted...
- You're nice to recall? Yes, knight, I'm waiting for death. But I'm... afraid of her.
Why? What have you got to lose except misery?
- My soul.

I believe that you can always choose... at some point... what kind of person you want to be. And at this point, there should be a parent or friend. But if you hate your parents at this point, and friends you won't have any... then you are absolutely alone.

Now he felt like a bird being kicked out of the nest, so he taught himself to fly, telling him that if will fall to the ground, but not explaining how to flap my wings.

Love continues to hope where the mind falls into despair.

You call that a little oppressed? Yes, in this case, I can say that the people of Pompeii were a little surprised when hill broke the top of his head and buried it all under a layer of ash. Or command of the Titanic was a bit annoyed in the moment when their ship collided with an iceberg.

Don't ask me the origin of evil in the world, why do people mock the dogs, and frozen kittens go to bed on an empty stomach. In short, I do not know anything more - I suppose that's too late for ontological studies of the Universe.

... Sometimes you surprise me: where were you when handing out brains? Looks like you were standing still last for a decent appearance, sense of style and wit.

- Have you ever heard that the rules of politeness are not supposed to merge in ecstasy with moronic caveman for a couple of hours before you go out with me?!
- It was an accident.
- Okay. Tripped - fell, and there - look! mouth.

Lying to yourself is weakness.

Love is the dirt. You know, there is nothing sacred or sublime. It's the same hunger, the desire, the need - in short, one of those things which people do very ugly things to each other. Without her love, there is no betrayal, no loss, no jealousy. Half of the abominations in the world, have their roots in love. She cuts, burns and wounds - and not the drug.

... I was planning to be young and crazy... more - young and rich... then I'm old and will harass, pretending to be deaf.

Just touch me and I'll beat eyes your neck so you could admire, as I'm leaving with a smile.

- And yet the day will come when, looking back, you realize how right I was.
- No, the day will come when I look back, and crash into a tree because of not looking at the road. I think, for all that, the day will still be better than this.

I know you. Know who you are? Sad ridiculous ass with an inferiority complex the size of Brighton.