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... and the clay in the hands of the Potter is happy.

Women like pawns in a chess game that men are, throughout England. Not Queen - pawns, which move hither and thither, and with them pieces of land. <...>
- It seems that even a small player can do well to hit on the male skull.

Sometimes I think God is the sun faith in him, rainbow, religious feeling - a warm rain, and the human soul is a fertile soil, hungry for moisture and light. And I don't want to think about mirages, deserts and swamps.

Metaphor is a means of understanding God.

In addition to black and white, there is gray.

- Tell me, Buttercup, impatiently threw a witch. - Can't stay here until evening.
Bard grasped with the fingers of the fingerboard of the lute, has sharply hit the strings.
- How do you prefer, poetry or normal speech?
- Normal.
- All right. Buttercup however does not put down the lute. - Listen, gentlemen, what happened a week ago nepodal city free, Gollapalem betrothed. So, early in the morning, barely rising sun would redden hurting hanging over the fields and meadows fog veils...
- It decided normal! reminded Geralt.
- Isn't there? Okay, okay. Understand. Briefly, without metaphors.

Like a corpse in an English murder mystery.

But whatever it was, never to return. Unpacked goods cannot be exchanged. Remains to live with what we have.

Day is a metaphor of human life: waking, innocent morning, so noon and his pompous conclusion, and then faded early evening hours, then weariness, then mortal weariness, confidence in the rest of the night, then the nightmares, and finally a deep sleep without dreams.

They say lightning never strikes twice. Wrong.
-- It's the same extremely unlikely event cannot happen twice with the same person. Wrong again.

Someone told Langdon that are mythological metaphor of running to meetings members of alcoholics anonymous, discussing the situation drunks sitting in front of a glass of drink and his brain says that alcohol will damage him, but the heart seeks comfort it may give. Morality in this case, obviously, is: don't think you're the only one so tight, even the gods couldn't get along with each other.

How much can you increase the armor? Not to let people close to them, as if afraid of... What? But really I'm afraid krokodilische. I'm afraid that they'll understand - you have under scaly armor soft belly, like everyone else. And you, too, can hurt. How.

We will never accept Adenauer as the representative of Germany. If to remove his pants and look at his ass, you can be sure that Germany is divided. And if you look at it from the front, you can be sure that Germany will never rise.