Author of quotes: Oleg Ivanovich Dal

And break me broken,
And torment me tormented,
Bent, bent to the ground,
I sat up...
I did not swear, not swore,
I easily lived in the world.
At least four walls fought,
The wolf on the moon howling...
You can spit from a hill into a river
To push, to strain
And bounce a couple of inches.
Can the soul of man
To isolate for powder...

Work brings me pleasure. I even strange that I considered it all for yourself. Rather, she replaced me. Rather, it was all in her. Was. Work left, and all that filled it, was dead. Or left. Or reborn. What trust the dialectic. The contents disappeared, and the form remained. She did not even bother another. It remained like an old house, which left people.

Past lives his quiet and private life. It looks like a wild Bush of hazel on the slope of a deep ravine, which runs along the bottom of the cold clear stream.

Man does not belong. People - belonging in common.

We're supposed to see, to perceive, to feel through the movie? First of all, through the incompatibility of the natural and unnatural film should have a certain image. Symbol. Then it's art. The Director must keep my heart, but clean hands. It needs to infuse my own sense of bitterness and joy, and I will not resist him because I trust him and also because I want to. In the film, it must be true, but it would be great if the accuracy is a symbol.

War and peace. For us, these two concepts are fused with blood, and the blood of their own. And we excluded any lie or speculation. Truth above all else. This is our bloody memory. Memory, do not give us peace forevermore! War and peace - the phenomenal, visible manifestation of the law of the dialectical struggle of opposites. War! Love with death, joy beside sorrow.

Horror. Here, in my opinion, the mover of all life in this city. He subordinated everything. Birth, existence, love, hate and death. It penetrates into people's lives unbeknownst to them, and bringeth a change them.

Life is out there somewhere. Life is a speeding Express. Express "flying saucer", but identified urban area unfamiliar and inaccessible (and therefore incomprehensible) humanoids! <...> You can't stop life will perish.

Malokulture - the essence of the necessarily narrow-mindedness. Militant philistinism - bound mini-fascism.

People complicated. Sometimes it sounds good, but most of it sounds complicated.

Force yourself never to think about what you lost.

Dirt will not vivalasalsa - clean will not. Maybe this makes sense, but not for me. I do not want the mud to look on the side, that's enough of me. I myself spend all of my strength, that is, I mean the elimination of the self midges. All my heinous acts - the absolute passivity. Here is the stone that I have to throw into the abyss of my future life.

What kind of bastard is ruled by art. There is probably no art is less, and to rule them more easily because of the same lazy and greedy bastard.

It is impossible to repeat one and the same. It is impossible to curse and to swear about the same. Becomes a prostitute. Will empty the bucket in which to take out the trash. Even!