The most wonderful thing in life is to be delirious and the most wonderful kind of delirium is being in love. In the morning mist, hazy and amorous, London was delirious. London squinted as it floated along, milky pink, without… — 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
“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
