Book: Mountain

He was not fond of the word "war". Too smacks of theatricality.

So we say: once, they say, Lucifer was in a good mood, well, verse him be found. And he wanted for once to do a good deed one, not more, because he has not expected. And so came the earthly hell, and called it Soviet Russia...

The richer the human experience, the more he is limited opportunity to retell it, to Express it. Words kill love as well as they kill everything else.

Although I certainly would not like meeting with the artist whom you admire. For me, personality and creativity - things where as far from each other.

... the owner of the house uses the odd phrase, saying that retired. Now he "builds the soul."

For those standing on the edge of the universe, not demanded by God, a single God, the only truth is: the work itself is Love.

How silly, how ridiculous it is to be young, to be clumsy and insensitive and feel like they pull you out of ogromnejshij depths.

... but to look into his own soul he was not accustomed, not engaged yet, so to speak, into the possession of this share of the property, and in his youth decided simply not to notice anything.

God, what boredom in these missions, they're all just pee in panties!

The illusion that you're free to act!

One day people will understand that only an artist can force something to happen; and therefore society has to be based on it.

All great books are excursions into compassion.

To possess the human heart - a plague with no vaccine.

Every step into the unknown - a new mystery.