All of life in its complexity and beauty is forever minted in the gold of words.
More Quotes from Yevgeny Zamyatin: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.
Was it not I who populated with them all these pages-just recently no more than white rectangular deserts? Without me, would they ever be seen by those whom I shall lead behind me along the narrow paths of lines?
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...
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.
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...
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