Frankly speaking, I'm not afraid of death. I don't endeavour to avert its advent. But I don't want to be a witness of it.

I am such a person who rots without the mental activity.

Being unique - be yourself, only so you'll distinguish yourself out of the ''grey'' and motionless reality. Train positive perception of the surrounding things.

Nowadays it's more beneficial to act like a mutt, than understand reality.

I'm enormously afraid of one inevitable and trivial thing - that one day I'll simply cease to exist.

Perhaps somebody has alredy written it. But I want to write a story from the end till the very beginning.

Personally I know only one person who wrote about utopia. Afterwards he was executed. I suppose it's not my genre.

Endeavour to explore the surrounding world, try to do your best and jump over you head, only in that case you'll achieve a result.

Provide me with an ink, paper, inspiration and place me on the high point on the edge with the sunset and sunrise, and I will make a masterpiece for you.

I don't want to be memorized for everyone. I want to stay real, endless and inchangeable for my parents, kids and their descendants.

Do I haste to live? Definitely, no. I endeavour to surpass tomorrow's me.

People are not taught to be really virtuous, but to behave properly.

Don’t waste you energy to compare your life with others.

An army of philosophers would not be sufficient to change the nature of error and to make it truth.

We study ourselves three weeks, we love each other three months, we squabble three years, we tolerate each other thirty years, and then the children start all over again.

Don't you know no one can escape the power of creatures reaching out with breath alone?

Each morning I gaze at the eastern horizon, and if the sun keeps its promise, I keep mine.

Long before the empire had reached its greatest extent, the Romans were bored by it.

There is no control and perfection is arrogant. Practice messiness, letting go, and doing things badly.

Maxilan, darling." Locke raised one eyebrow and smiled. "I knew you were driven, but I had no idea you could smoulder. Come, take me now! Jean won't mind; he'll avert his eyes like a gentleman.

I think the bar is higher these days in terms of audience expectations of authenticity.