Lara Biyuts

Time whips up cream for those who are ready for dessert.

Whatever they say about it, but being altruistic is not so simple for everyone. Not to look and sound like despotism, altruism must be learnt, and it__ a long way, which in fact begins from our egoism, for really, a human can__ love others if he doesn__ love himself first.

A demon, who serves to a warlock, begins tormenting his master, if he has not enough work. Talent is the demon.

Have you ever asked yourself, where do Evil come from? No? But many ask the question, and I__l tell you where there is Evil. Not in Darkness, as many believe, but in Garbling. Garbling turns Light into Darkness, and Darkness into Light. Either is precipitated by it into its non-existent universe. Garbling merges Chaos and Harmony -- not as their harmony -- but its own, garbled. Garbling rules here below.

Every morning is a reason to begin living again_ in case if you have had a good sleep. If not, then begin living again, anyway, and take care of yourself!

Literary style is like crystal-ware: the cleaner the wineglass, the brighter the brilliance. As a reader, I agree with those who believe that a colour of the dress, which a character has on, as well as any enumeration and description of dishes at dinner or in the kitchen should be mentioned only in case if all this has a strong consequent relation to the plot, but as an author, I can__ help mentioning all this, with no particular reason, just for love for my characters, desiring to give them something nice and pleasant. Melancholy grows a platinum rose. Affection grows a double rose.

Every kingdom has three pillars: Poet, Sword and Law.

Art for Art__ Sake is for the well fed. The well fed are all the babies in cradles and my kitty along with them, and I am happy if my writings are for my kitty.

Many believe creativity is mystery, and I always knew that my body is the key.

Looking through the ruby glass one cannot see the true colour of the sky.

Catch sunbeams in a mirror! A reflection of a sunbeam can melt an iceberg.

_but he realized he would never reconcile himself to life as something other than a prelude. What__ life__ meaning then? What is it? What does make the world go round, not letting hope die? What do people dream about, watching the endless flow of years? They dream. A dream, that__ it. We live for our only dream, which can lead us, hand in hand, through our life; for the dream we reconcile ourselves to any frustrations and we shall struggle for releasing its silky wings from the net of reality. (The right to a mistake.)

Sober Minds give the world a chance. True Love brings you Hope. Blind Faith moves mountains. And the main savior from despair is Laughter.

The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?

The bell tolling not for us, it__ time for bluebells.

Hope as evidence of life. Life as evidence of death.

We are pagans. We deify each other.

Some believe that as an icon the image of Oscar Wilde is too old and notorious--all right, not an icon, let him be our oriflamme.