“Freedom meant one thing to him—home. But they wouldn't let him go home.” — Alexander Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
“Three thousand six hundred and fifty-three days. The three extra days were for leap years.” — Alexander Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
“To outsmart you they thought up work squads—but not squads like the ones outside the camps, where everyone is paid his separate wage. Everything… — Alexander Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
“The corpses were hauled away on sledges or on carts, depending on the time of the year. Sometimes, for convenience, they used one box… — Alexander Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
“There is a law in the Archipelago that those who have been treated the most harshly and who have withstood the most bravely, who… — Alexander Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
“Thanks to ideology, the twentieth century was fated to experience evildoing on a scale calculated in the millions. This cannot be denied, nor passed… — Alexander Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
“You know, there was a time at the beginning of the 50's when this nuclear threat hung over the world, but the attitude of… — Alexander Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
“He ate his supper without bread. A double helping and bread--that was going too far. The bread would do for tomorrow. The belly is… — Alexander Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
“A great writer is, so to speak, a second government in his country. And for that reason no regime has ever loved great writers,… — Alexander Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
“We forget everything. What we remember is not what actually happened, not history, but merely the hackneyed dotted line they have chosen to drive… — Alexander Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
“You don't have to be very bright to carry a handbarrow. So the squad leader gave such work to people who'd been in positions… — Alexander Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
Hastiness and superficiality are the psychic diseases of the twentieth century, and more than anywhere else this disease is reflected in the press. — Alexander Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
The one and only substitute for experience which we have not ourselves had is art, literature — Alexander Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
