Her smile was a bite, and I was its target.

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")

Haters are my favorite. I´ve built an empire with the bricks they´ve thrown at me. Keep on hating...

I don’t regret or fear my problems and roadblocks. They have made me brave and given me the opportunity to overcome them.

Be dangerous, darling, for the whole world rises and falls at your feet.

The leading rule for a man of every calling is diligence; never put off until tomorrow what you can do today.

Woody Allen sets are very quiet. Extraordinary sense of power from a man who doesn't do anything except just stand there.

I wasn't popular in the home office because I wasn't chicken. I'm just a risk taker. I have gut instincts.

Specific music starts feeding my imagination and gives me a landscape that corresponds somehow, in some abstract way, to the world I'm just starting to imagine.

Deep in the heart of the infinite darkness, a tiny blue marble is spinning through space. Born in the splendor of God's holy vision, and sliding away like a tear down his face.

And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!

It is iniquitous, unjust, and most impolitic to persecute for religion's sake. It is against natural religion, revealed religion, and sound policy.