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“Например последният епизод. Кандидатът бе висок мъж с побелели коси. Професор по история, с благородна осанка и стилно облечен. И емблемата бе много красива, нещо като рицарски герб: череп на бик в мрежа върху фон на райета. Той каза, че лабиринтът символизира мозъка. Отвореният мозък и класическият лабиринт много си приличат. Минотавъра е животинската част на ума, а Тезей — човешката. Животинската част, разбира се, е по-силна, но в края на краищата побеждава човешката и в това е смисълът на еволюцията и историята. В самия център на лабиринта е разположен кръст, който символизира пресечната точка на животинското и човешкото начало. Именно там се намира проходът на посвещението, където Тезей среща и побеждава врага си. Единствено в себе си можеш да победиш Минотавъра, каза той. Ние сме длъжни безжалостно да удушим гадината и тогава с пълно морално право можем да преименуваме Шлема на ужаса в Шлем на цивилизацията и прогреса.”

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Book:The Helmet of Horror: The Myth of Theseus and the Minotaur
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“О музыке. Те, кто долго жил среди пидарасов, говорят, что они втайне стыдятся своего греха и стараются поразить всякими фокусами. Думают про себя так: «Да, я пидарас. Так уж вышло — что теперь делать… Но может быть, я гениальный пидарас! Вдруг я напишу удивительную музыку! Разве посмеют плохо говорить о гениальном музыканте…» И поэтому все время стараются придумать новую музыку, чтобы не стыдно было и дальше харить друг друга в дупло. И если б делали тихо, в специальном обитом пробкой месте, то всем было бы так же безразлично, как и то, что долбятся в сраку. Но их музыку приходится слушать каждый день, ибо заводят ее повсеместно. И потому не слышим ни ветра, ни моря, ни шороха листьев, ни пения птиц. А только один и тот же пустой и мертвый звук, которым хотят удивить, запуская его в небо под разными углами. Бывает, правда, что у пидарасов ломается музыкальная установка. В такие минуты спеши слушать тишину.”

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Book:S. N. U. F. F.
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“Хорошо, - сказал Чапаев, хитро прищуриваясь, - насчет "кто" мы потом поговорим. А сейчас, друг милый, давай с "где" разберемся. Скажи-ка мне, где эта манда живет? - В моем сознании. - А сознание твое где? - Вот здесь, - сказал я, постучав себя по голове. - А голова твоя где? - На плечах. - А плечи где? - В комнате. - А где комната? - В доме. - А дом? - В России. - А Россия где? - В беде, Василий Иванович. - Ты это брось, - прикрикнул он строго. - Шутить будешь, когда командир прикажет. Говори. - Ну как где. На Земле. Мы чокнулись и выпили. - А Земля где? - Во Вселенной. - А Вселенная где? Я секунду подумал. - Сама в себе. - А где эта сама в себе? - В моем сознании. - Так что же, Петька, выходит, твое сознание - в твоем сознании? - Выходит так.”

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“Things are different now. Nowadays the client wants to show the big guys who keep a careful eye on what’s happening on screen and in real life that he can simply flush a million dollars down the tubes; and for that, the worse his advert is, the better. The viewer is left with the feeling that the client and the producers are absolute idiots, but then the signal indicating how much money it costs reaches the viewer’s brain. The final conclusion about the client is as follows – he may be a total cretin, but his business is doing so well he can afford to put out any old crap over and over again. And that’s the best kind of advertising there can possibly be. A man like that will get credit anywhere, no sweat.”

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Book:Homo Zapiens
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“It often happens: you're talking with someone, and you kind of like what he's saying, and there seems to be some truth in it. Then suddenly you notice he's wearing an old tee shirt, his slippers are darned, his trousers are patched at the knee and the furniture in his room is worn and cheap. You look a bit closer and all around you you see signs of humiliating poverty you didn't notice before, and you realise everything your interlocutor has done and thought in his life has failed to lead him to that single victory that you wanted so badly on that distant May morning when you gritted your teeth and promised yourself you wouldn't lose, even though it still wasn't really very clear just who you were playing with and what the game was. And although it hasn't become the slightest bit clearer since then, you immediately lose interest in what he's saying. You want to say goodbye to him in some pleasant fashion, get away as quickly as possible and finally get down to business.”

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Book:Generation "П". Повести. Рассказы
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“In itself a wall on which a panoramic view of a non-existent world is drawn does not change. But for a great deal of money you can buy a view from the window with a painted sun, a sky-blue bay and a calm evening. Unfortunately the author of this fragment will again be Ed—but even this is not important, because the very window the view is bought for is also only drawn in. Then perhaps the wall on which it is drawn is a drawing too? But drawn by whom and on what? He raised his eyes to the wall of the toilet as though in hopes of an answer there. Traced on the tiles in red felt-tip pen were the jolly, rounded letters of a brief slogan: "Trapped? Masturbate!”

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Book:Homo Zapiens
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“There's a scientific hypothesis that every person's name is a primary suggestive command that contains the entire script of their life in highly concentrated form. . . . According to this point of view, there is only a limited number of names, because society only needs a limited number of human types. Just a few models of worker and warrior ants, if I could put it like that. And everybody's psyche is preprogrammed at a basic level by the associative semantic fields that their first name and surname activate.”

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“How can non-existence get sick of itself? Everytime you wake up, you appear again out of nowhere. And so does everything else. Death just means the replacement of the usual morning waking with something else, something quite impossible even to think about. We don't even have the instrument to do it, because our mind & our world are the same thing.”

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“Reading is human contact, and the range of our human contacts is what makes us what we are. Just imagine you live the life of a long-distance truck driver. The books that you read are like the travelers you take into your cab. If you give lifts to people who are cultured and profound, you'll learn a lot from them. If you pick up fools, you'll turn into a fool yourself.”

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“I am closest of all to happiness—although I won’t attempt to define just what it is—when I turn away from the window and am aware, with the edge of my consciousness, that a moment ago I was not here, there was simply the world outside the window, and something beautiful and incomprehensible, something which there is absolutely no need to ‘comprehend,’ existed for a few seconds instead of the usual swarm of thoughts, of which one, like a locomotive, pulls all the others after it, absorbs them all and calls itself ‘I’.”

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