All of life in its complexity and beauty is forever minted in the gold of words.

We comes from God, I from the Devil.

The lilac branches are bowed under the weight of the flowers: blooming is hard, and the most important thing is - to bloom. (“A Story About The Most Important Thing”)

The nights were long, like the braids of a pretty girl, and the days were short, like a girl's sense. ("The North")

Heretics are the only bitter remedy against the entropy of human thought.

True literature can exist only where it is created, not by diligent and trustworthy functionaries, but by madmen, hermits, heretics, dreamers, rebels, and skeptics.

A man is like a novel: until the very last page you don't know how it will end. Otherwise it wouldn't be worth reading.

Those two, in paradise, were given a choice: happiness without freedom, or freedom without happiness. There was no third alternative.

Literature is painting, architecture, and music.

There is no final one; revolutions are infinite.

We need writers who fear nothing. ("Our Goal")

Sometimes your heart can lead you to a dead end.

A hero stands up to the villain in themselves.

I might lose because I wasn't tall enough; I might lose because I wasn't fast enough. But I wasn't going to lose because I wasn't ready.

If you can't dance then you are a loser.

My heart is bursting at the thought of Al-Mahdi coming to set up a universal government of peace.

In a disordered mind, as in a disordered body, soundness of health is impossible.

I think very early on in life we all learn what we're good at and what we're not good at, and we stay where it's safe.

One single word and I swear I’ll rip your tongue out. (Zephyra)

Serving one's own passions is the greatest slavery.

God is the poetic genius in each of us.