The world is kept alive only by heretics: the heretic Christ, the heretic Copernicus, the heretic Tolstoy. Our symbol of faith is heresy. (“Tomorrow”)

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")

I think to make any relationship work it just takes a tremendous amount of effort and accepting of one another.

Too chaste a youth leads to a dissolute old age.

If we can use technology to shorten the path between intention and action, that excites me.

Bottom line is President Obama has said that it is a top priority of the United States of America to ensure that Iran never achieves a nuclear.

Throw your heart over the fence and the rest will follow.

I can cook a little bit. I can cook a few Spanish dishes. But, in movies, it looks like I cook much better than I cook.

I am where a great many voters are, which is that I am listening and watching and coming to a decision.

I often write either really early in the morning, or really late at night.

Anything that has to do with rock seems to be on the decline. There's not a lot of rock stations or MTV anymore, you just go on Youtube.

Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.