“I'm like a machine being run over its RPM limit. The bearings are overheating: a minute longer and the metal will melt… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
I am like a machine being driven to excessive rotations: the bearings are incandescing and, in a minute, melted metal will begin… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“I'm like a machine being run over its RPM limit: The bearings are overheating - a minute longer, and the metal is… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“Heretics are the only [bitter] remedy against the entropy of human thought. ("Literature, Revolution, and Entropy")” — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
And everyone must lose his mind, everyone must! The sooner the better! It is essential — I know it. — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“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 Image
Revolution is everywhere, in everything. There is no final revolution, no final number. — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
