What makes you think that nonsense is bad? If they'd nurtured and cared for human nonsense over the ages the way they did intelligence, it might have turned into something of special value.

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")

You carry/All the ingredients/To turn your life into a nightmare--/Don't mix them!

That awkward moment when you realize someone was actually home the whole time you were singing on the tops of your lungs.

Rejoice in the colours…

The death penalty is ineffective as a deterrent, and the appeals process is expensive and cruel to the surviving family members.

I can't tell anybody else how to run their life or their business, but I really believe I've got a good bead on myself.

I was looking in the mirror the other day and I realized I haven't changed much since I was in my twenties. The only difference is I look a whole lot older now.

Truth is not what I say it is, and not what you think it is. Truth is what God's word says it is.

Women are enslaved by their own liberation.

The adjustment of reality to the masses and of the masses to reality is a process of unlimited scope, as much for thinking as for perception.

He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy.