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I burned the vampires, and you will come in their place. I drove away the hyenas and the flies came. And you flies will devour each other until there is only one left again, the strongest.

You are like my brother in childhood. He believed that there was such a magic green wand, since everything is fine, no one drinks blood from anyone, everyone has enough of everything, everyone loves each other. There is no magic wand. And the one who says that there is, lies. Only a long journey through pain, tears and despair will help a person change himself. Everyone will change themselves and everything will change. We love to educate people, and you educate yourself.

Under Lenin, Hitler would have been impossible. Under Lenin, he was in prison and wrote memoirs... Under Lenin, only this fool of a pea, Mussolini, could appear. But when you, the archangels, cherubim and seraphim, appeared - as it is sung: steel arms-wings and a fiery engine instead of a heart - and began to chop and burn, immediately the Western man in the street was scared to the point of hysteria and blocked himself from you with the same steel Fuhrer. Of course, more workers' parties could curb him. But you also set them against each other, and such a dog fight began among them that they themselves met Hitler as Jesus Christ. And as he came, so did the war. And now the war is at the doorstep, knocking on the door, and it turns out: now you and I are sitting at opposite ends of the office, and Hitler will come, and we will stand side by side against the wall. Unless, of course, you have switched sides by then, but oh! you will defect, it looks very likely that you will defect. And you’ll also be in charge of our executions.

It was difficult for him to say this, and Logen knew why: it’s bad when an enemy does you a favor. It's getting hard to hate him. Losing an old enemy is probably even worse than losing a friend.

If people could read each other's hearts, there would be more people willing to go down than there are people wanting to rise up.

An enemy is a person with whom I have a mutual misunderstanding. The traitor, on the contrary, is the person with whom we understood each other too well.

The day when everything finally freezes and exhales. When everyone gathers at the festive table, in the circle of their closest, dearest, relatives, they will raise their glasses, hug each other, there will be a lot of fun, perhaps someone will cry because of sentimentality or memories of the past year, they will give gifts... and will wait for the next one Christmas.

People usually look at each other, but I direct my gaze inside myself.

Even the noisiest street in Calcutta could not drown out the quiet happiness that Killian and I felt in each other's presence.

What is the greatest good and evil? - two ends of an invisible chain that converge, moving away from each other.

- Yes, a herd of two. And you are the leader.

If your loved one is no longer here, look up at the sky and say thank you for being there.

I told my boss that I am an ordinary person. I'm not ashamed of it. Ordinary people understand each other. But how can I understand such a scoundrel - one hundred and two crimes and not a single conviction. When a genius is in front of me, I get lost.

I'm not a baby.