A human being is like a novel: until the last page you don't know how it will end. Or it wouldn't be worth reading... (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")
All of life in its complexity and beauty is forever minted in the gold of words. (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")
And a question stirred within me: What if he, this yellow-eyed creature, in his disorderly, filthy mound of leaves, in his uncomputed life, is happier than we are? (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")
And everyone must lose his mind, everyone must! The sooner the better! It is essential - I know it. (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")
And happiness.. what is it, after all? Desires are a torment, aren't they? And it's clear that happiness is when there are no longer any desires, not even one... What a mistake, what a stupid prejudice it's been all these years to put a plus sign in front of happiness. Absolute happiness should of course have a minus sign, a divine minus. (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")
And happiness...Well, after all, desires torment us, don't they? And, clearly, happiness is when there are no more desires, not one...What a mistake, what ridiculous prejudice it's been to have marked happiness always with a plus sign. Absolute happiness should, of course, carry a minus sign - the divine minus. (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")
During the first firing a dozen or so numbers from the dock neglected to get out of the way - nothing remained of them except some crumbs and soot. (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")
Everyone has to go mad, it's essential fir everyone to go mad - as soon as possible! It's essential - I know. (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")
Here I saw, with my own eyes, that laughter was the most terrible weapon: you can kill anything with laughter - even murder itself. (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")
I looked silently at her lips. All women are lips, all lips. Some are pink and firmly round: a ring, a tender guardrail from the whole world. And then there are these ones: a second ago they weren't here, and just now - like a knife-slit - they are here, still dripping sweet blood. (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")
If human foolishness had been as carefully nurtured and cultivated as intelligence has been for centuries, perhaps it would have turned into something extremely precious. (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")
Man is like a novel: up to the last page one does not know what the end will be. It would not be worth reading otherwise... (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")
Now I no longer live in our clear, rational world; I live in the ancient nightmare world, the world of square roots of minus one. (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")