The art of the word is painting + architecture + music.

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")

Every talent must unfold itself in fighting.

I think since I was kid people told me that they thought I was funny.

This is the forked tongue of grief again. It whispers in one ear: return to what you once loved best, and in the other ear it whispers, move on.

The expansion is inevitable.

Step into giving. Purpose is about cultivating something within YOU and then GIVING it away to other people.

If you spot an opportunity and are really excited by it, throw yourself into it with everything you've got.

Sometimes people can be guilty of not working at relationships and if it's not working, oof, that's it.

I think unintentionally I gravitate towards concepts and topics that hit home or are something real we can all relate to.

I hate publicists and publicity. But I love the people.

But it's also another myth to think that you should be as tight as a drum and not have any frailties or fragilities.