Character: Methodius

- The era of postpostmodern the laziest of all. Do the census - and you'll be modern and modern.
- I prefer modernism. Outdoor view of the world.

More and more people prefer to enjoy the sunset than the sunrise.
- Just too lazy to get up at the crack of dawn.

- What happened to your face?
- Uh... Fell off... read from the bed.
Yeah. and the bed stood on the roof of a skyscraper. Then again climbed onto the roof, fell again, and so twenty-five times. After your face has flattened the asphalt, it's time to communicate with relatives and to tell that all is well.

Nothing destroys the absolute idea, as petty selfishness.

Close up on the danger in the eye does not mean to avoid it. On the contrary, turning a blind eye, become more vulnerable.

- Won't you take me with you?
- No. Think of yourself such refusal that would not hurt you.

Than postacne the occasion, beskonechnie dispute.

Silly to be offended. We must always tell yourself the truth. If you don't tell yourself the truth myself, tomorrow you'll tell her friend, and the next day - the enemy.

Malice is I have a complication on the brain after diathesis.

Hernia correct, fell out!