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  • Her smile was a bite, and I was its target.
    (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")

  • You're in a bad way! Apparently, you have developed a soul.
    (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")

  • Shutting me eyes, I dreamed in formulas.
    (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")

  • The only means of ridding man of crime is ridding him of freedom.
    (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")

  • 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")

  • The speed of her tongue is not correctly calculated; the speed per second of her toungue should be slightly less than the speed per second of her thoughts -at any rate not the reverse.
    (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")

  • All of life in its complexity and beauty is forever minted in the gold of words.
    (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")

  • The whole world is one immense woman, and we are in her very womb, we are not yet born, we are joyfully ripening.
    (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")

  • Then how can there be a final revolution? There is no final one; revolutions are infinite.
    (Yevgeny Zamyatin, "We")


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