The mighty power of logic cleanses all it touches.

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")

Have you been called to greatness? There is a way to tell. Do you have a pulse?

Right now, you understand that you are going to have to leave your Egypt of financial debt. I pray that you enjoy your ride through the desert to the Promised Land of prosperity.

My first ever stage performance was in Edinburgh in 1960.

Small opportunities often presage great enterprises.

Until we reform our laws and until we fix the excesses of these old policies that we inherited in the post-9/11 era, we're not going to be able to put the security back in the NSA.

People want somebody to be a daredevil, even if they're not going to be a daredevil themselves.

I will seek to reverse the shift of benefits from Medicaid to Medicare and hold harmless our seniors and disabled.

I want to throw down your kid and stomp on his testicles, and then you will know what it is like to experience waking up everyday as me. And only then will you feel my pain.

May those who have touched our canvas with their eyes and hearts grow knowing the joy and wonder of an artist of life.

Men that cannot entertain themselves want somebody, though they care for nobody.