Chess mastery essentially consists of analyzing Chess positions accurately

If you are weak in the endgame, you must spend more time analysing studies; in your training games you must aim at transposing to endgames, which will help you to acquire the requisite experience.

Chess is the art which expresses the science of logic.

If Tal sacrifices a piece, take it. If Petrosian sacrifices a piece, don't take it.

When my opponent's clock is going I discuss general considerations in an internal dialogue with myself. When my own clock is going I analyse conctrete variations.

Chess cannot be taught. Chess can only be learned.

In short, we can see Karpov as an exploiter of other people’s ideas. His ability to use these ideas is not at issue, but he himself is about as fertile as a woman who has been sterilized is.

Chess is the art of analysis.

Every great master will find it useful to have his own theory on the openings, which only he himself knows, a theory which is closely linked with plans for the middle game.

Chess is a part of culture and if a culture is declining then Chess too will decline

The boy (then a 12 year old boy named Anatoly Karpov)doesn't have a clue about Chess, and there's no future at all for him in this profession

Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.

Art without emotion its like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.

Rule no man than yourself.

Drink the sun’s warmth and the moon’s icy glitter, and taste that which the dead and the yet-to-be-born cannot: the potency of this world.

You can think clearly only with your clothes on.

What a contrast, Trump is feisty but flexible. Obama, cool but rigid. But he had no reason to bend. The media already bought into his shtick. His giddy fan base ate up every white-coated lie.

I had never engaged in remote multishrink psychoanalysis on this scale before, so it was a fascinating experience.

I was born at the age of twelve on a Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer lot.

Men's legs have a terribly lonely life - standing in the dark in your trousers all day.

The hunger of the spirit for eternity - as fierce as a starving man's for bread - is much less a craving to go on living than a craving for redemption. Oh, and a protest against absurdity.