кто бы знал, как мне паршиво... меня уже, честно слово, всё настолько за**ало, что ощущение, будто только дайте мне автомат в руки и я начну стрелять во всех подряд без перерыва на обед. чёрт, меньше всего люблю жаловаться на жизнь, но... всё очень плохо, вот что. спасаюсь только за чтением оменов и просмотром любимых трэйлеров.
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That's how it goes, you think you're on top of the world, and suddenly they spring Armageddon on you.
It'd be a funny old world, if demons went round trusting one another.
It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people.
Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft are written by men.
Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide. Two of these were wrong; Heaven is not in England, whatever certain poets may have thought, and angels are sexless unless they really want to make an effort. But he was intelligent. And it was an angelic intelligence which, while not being particularly higher than human intelligence, is much broader and has the advantage of having thousands of years of practice.
She was the worst prophet that's ever existed. Because she was always right. That's why the book never sold.
It's not enough to know what the future is. You have to know what it means.
Plan A had worked. Plan B had failed. Everything depended on Plan C, and there was one drawback to this: he had only ever planned as far as B.
There never was an apple, in Adam's opinion, that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it.
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current music: evanescence, hello... очень в тему, под моё хреновое настроение