I've always said that idleness dulls the spirit. We have to keep the brain busy, or at least the hands if we don't have a brain.

People talk too much. Humans aren't descended from monkeys. They come from parrots.

Man...heats up like a lightbulb: red hot in the twinkling of an eye and cold again in a flash. The female, on the other hand...heats up like an iron. Slowly, over a low heat, like tasty stew. But then, once she has heated up, there's no stopping her.

I knew then that I would devote every minute we had left together to making her happy, to repairing the pain I had caused her and returning to her what I never known how to give her. These pages will be our memory until she drows her last breath in my arms and I take her forever and escape at last to a place where neither heaven nor hell will ever be able to find us.

Aryami Bose's home had been closed up for years, inhabited only by books and paintings, but the spectre of thousands of memories imprisoned between its walls still permeated the house.

...ответил я с энтузиазмом, которого не чувствовал.

Здесь ничто не говорило о времени, в котором мы жили. Бенджамин Сентис предпочёл для себя плюсквамперфект.