~

Golden bricks often turn to
golden prisons.

~

Our heads are definitely real - or aren't they?
And that's why, in a way, every fantasy,
even if it only takes place in one head,
is also part of the real world.

~

Anything that works somehow,
can also go wrong somehow.

~

If jumping into a cesspool
saves your life,
it doesn't make you a dirty person.

~

When you are dying of starvation, bleeding, and broken,
perhaps it's time to stop throwing bread
at those who are hitting you with stones.

~

Only imagination gives us the wings
to fly into a better reality.

~

Acting like a star
will not get you far.

~

The dictatorship of the majority
is nothing more
than another sort of oppression.

~

All is well that tastes well.

~

Not even two hundred years in the freshest air
can compensate you
for twenty minutes without oxygen.

~

Always dying, seldom crying.

OR

Everybody is slowly dying,
every minute from birth till the end.
However, we lament only sometimes,
and we grieve only over some people and only over some destinies.

~

Repetition is a mask of wisdom.

~

If an improved prisoner becomes a warden,
he will still spend his life in the jail...

~

Where has cooking been,
there must be some steam.

~

Why are some square monsters called a functionalist architecture?
When, in fact,
the absence of basic classical qualities,
such as coziness, durability, or aesthetic delight,
is actually a clear lack of functionality?

~

The fantastic thing about wise fantasy
is that one day
it may become a reality.

~

A book,
it's a bundle of thin pages,
in which the entire universe can be hiding.

Sinister Barton

What could the mysterious Dr∙ Barton possibly mean by that?? Did he want to sound romantic or witty in his self-propelled stuffed armchair? That easily might be right, because scientists must somehow celebrate the ongoing "March - the national month of books and reading", which was the month when he uttered that memorable remark. But maybe he only referred to a shabby astronomy yearbook lying on a small waiting table. Or...? Didn't this quaint scholar accidentally come across another clue in that pile of incomprehensible things collected from old castles, cellars, forests, cemeteries, and underground tunnels? Based on some previous experience, the schoolboy Bruno is starting to grow a strong intuition: Most likely, the number three option will prove correct...

Was Bruno right? How it turned out, we will not reveal here. You will find more in thrilling stories: