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Without love, I'm more at ease, I'm sure. The sky is high, the mountain wind is sweeping, And all my thoughts are innocent and pure.

A fairy tale from the terrible past, My double goes to the interrogation, And then comes from the interrogation

O, insomnia, you've come to me anew! And your expression is, like always, frozen. Tell me, beauty, tell me, outlaw - you, Don't you like the songs I've chosen?  

also found the situation unworkable. Not just unworkable – ridiculous. Not just ridiculous – perturbing.

He was convinced, I could see, that this time 'round his words would produce quite the opposite effect on me, as in favorable, as in advantageous, especially as I'd had two brothers in the renouncers myself.

Still, I didn't like the implication that I had contracted an incurable beyond the pale.

We have a week, Miss Forsythe. Time's winged chariot and all that.

Like a mare scenting a stallion, she shifted nervously.

Miriam is upset. Her voice is stretched and I can't look at her. Perhaps they beat something out of her she didn't get back.

My body floated, loose from spent pleasure.

But there was also a car—for the GDR an expensive car, a Russian Lada—that

Hey." "What?" "Earlier on, you didn't kiss me." "Here you go," she said, giving him a little peck on the forehead. "That's it? I thought in 2004 you were going to go wild." "Have you ever kept a single one of your resolutions?" "No." "Me neither.

This girl you found us. What is she exactly- an extraterrestrial?" Philibert smiled. "A fairy." "Yeah, that's it. A fairy. You're right." And, uh, there are sexual fairies, right?

horrible.' 'He'll have got more than that. Don't forget he's taken his percentage first.' 'Oh, yes, of course. What shall we do with the money?' 'Keep

Tell me what's the difference between hope and waiting because my heart doesn't know It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting It constantly gets lost in the fog of hope

The smile he gave me in reply would have made the fortune of a Thespian Mephistopheles.

Below, the fjord was an impossible icy volcano erupting the baleful fire of the swallowed sun.

The cold mornings open their eyes to glare at you one after another, like hostile strangers.

transparent as the shadows of icicles, incorporated in the night-plasma.

In France they have two kinds, freedom and communist. In the U.S. they just have one kind: freedom.

Great passions, my dear, don't exist: they're liars fantasies. What do exist are little loves that may last for a short or a longer while.

the joy of someone who had been a reader all her life, whose world had been immeasurably enlarged by the words of others.

Deep down she approved of his kind of 'an eye for an eye' justice.

When it came to intellectual property, justice was simple and clear.