All of life in its complexity and beauty is forever minted in the gold of words. — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
The purpose of art ... is not to reflect life but to organize it, to build it. — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
The most wonderful thing in life is to be delirious and the most wonderful kind of delirium is being in love. — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“The whole of life, in all its complexity and beauty, has been etched into the gold of words.” — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
Children are the boldest philosophers. They enter life naked, not covered by the smallest fig leaf of dogma, absolutes, creeds. This is… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
The literature of the immediate future will inevitably turn away from painting, whether respectably realistic or modern, and from daily life, whether… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
And a question stirred within me: What if he, this yellow-eyed creature, in his disorderly, filthy mound of leaves, in his uncomputed… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
We have lived through the epoch of suppression of the masses; we are living in an epoch of suppression of the individual… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
The most wonderful thing in life is to be delirious and the most wonderful kind of delirium is being in love. In… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“But a thought swarmed in me; what if he, this yellow-eyed being – in his ridiculous, dirty bundle of trees, in his… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“I must note here that even among us the process of the hardening, the crystallization of life has evidently not been completed;… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
It is an error to divide people into the living and the dead: there are people who are dead-alive, and people who… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
Life itself today has lost its plane reality: it is projected, not along the old fixed points, but along the dynamic coordinates… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“Life itself has lost its plane reality: it is projected, not along the old fixed points, but along the dynamic coordinates of… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“Homo sapiens is only man, in the fullest sense of the word, when his grammar contains no question marks, only exclamation marks, commas, and… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
“Do you know this feeling? When you're in an aero speeding up through a blue spiral, the window open, the wind whistling, and there's… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
“Heretics are the only [bitter] remedy against the entropy of human thought. ("Literature, Revolution, and Entropy")” — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
And everyone must lose his mind, everyone must! The sooner the better! It is essential — I know it. — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
“No, I did not understand. But I nodded silently. I was dissolved, I was infinitely small, I was a point... There is, after all,… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
Revolution is everywhere, in everything. There is no final revolution, no final number. — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
In adopting the form of the adventure novel, Wells deepened it, raised its intellectual value, and brought into it elements of social philosophy and… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
“You're in a bad way! Apparently, you have developed a soul." A soul? That strange, ancient, long-forgotten word. We sometimes use the words "soul-stirring,"… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
“But how was I going to explain my whole being, this whole disease that I've been jotting down in these pages? So I shut… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
The lilac branches are bowed under the weight of the flowers: blooming is hard, and the most important thing is - to bloom. (“A… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
what primitive tastes the ancients must have had if their poets were inspired by those absurd, untidy clumps of mist, idiotically jostling one another… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
“I felt I hadn't breathed since early morning, that my heart had not beat-and only now for the first time I took a breath,… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
“What is the matter -a soul? You say a soul? Oh, damn it! We may soon retrogress even to the cholera epidemics.” — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
The literature of the immediate future will inevitably turn away from painting, whether respectably realistic or modern, and from daily life, whether old or… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
