Character: Buddy

And if all superheroes... no one superhero.

- Beautiful costume.
Is not a costume. I'm an elf. Rather, I'm a human raised by elves.
- I'm a man raised by humans.

- Why are you smiling?
- Smile - my favorite thing.
- Your favorite hobby - work! And only job.

Thanks, but I don't sing.
Is no more difficult than talking. Only louder and a little proteina.

He's my friend. And you may say, man!
- Uh, no, I cannot say.

I do not think that I have to look for a respectful reason to quote my favorite author, but, honestly, it's always nice.

No, I'm not suffering because of some guilt, but guilt is guilt. It doesn't go away. It can not be erased. I am sure that it is even difficult to understand as it should - she was too deeply rooted in our personal and long-standing karma. And when I feel it, it saves me the idea that guilt is an imperfect form of knowledge. But this incompleteness does nothing to prevent it. It's hard to benefit from the guilt before it's not overpowering.

Anyway, I realized that the hubris of man, do not read or read very little, much meaner than the arrogance of some avid readers, so I'm trying (and seriously) still stubbornly insist on its previous literary omniscience.