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Life - like violence to yourself, you get used to it. Some people think that it can even be fun, but we are not satisfied with your best, even at seventy, and will not, otherwise there would have been people. Some detail is not enough, the huge detail, the size of a silver coin in the night sky.

Beauty is an infinite number of parts, which are organically combined with each other.

Yeah, why would she remember about me? For me, it was an event, but the Queen of these little things do not remember. She must have forgotten about me a quarter of an hour after I returned her rosary. But I have not forgotten the Queen of Philip. On her face I saw a mother's love and kindness, which my life lacked.

This mystery I could not solve. It's funny that remember the small details, for example, flickering lamp outside the window or the clank of dishes that you washed the women behind the wall. But all my life I can't remember the location of the apartment. I wandered in the evenings, hoping that it will help that some old building beckoned me, but the years slipped away from me.

That others do not have time to get their trivia on the barbs prick himself.

People who have something to hide, talk about the details, but avoid talking about the main.

Perfection is inherent in the attention to detail.

Becoming higher detail, probably make it to big trouble.

The background is the most important thing.
It's all about the background.

I like it because there is something in this sometimes strange and quirky. It is in the heart of the disclosure of the murder - but he may suddenly stop to comb my mustache... I always carry a list of 93 items that tell about him. For example, how many lumps of sugar he puts in his tea, and how many in coffee. Because, you know, people always will notice if you make a mistake. And they write about my accuracy. One of the most endearing of his descriptions - "the lights in the eyes," and I've had some lovely fan mail the women who love him purely for that. I wanted him to have charm.

It is a rare gift to see what others do not see.
It's a rare gift to see things that others cannot.

I love very old films. They can see what life used to be thirty, fifty, a hundred years ago. Well, you know, clothes, phones, trains, the way people smoked cigarettes, the little details of life.

When my soul finds deafness,
And fade once the event and the word
Looking through the eyes splash cold sheet,
Hoinka, footprint in the sand - in fact in the particulars.

There is a bunch of small things, which man cannot foresee. The more time that passes, the more accumulated lies. So much the worse for him.
There's about 50 things that person wouldn't have thought of. And the more time that passes, the more lies that are told. The worse it gets for him.