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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
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
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
Heretics are the only bitter remedy against the entropy of human thought.
Yevgeny Zamyatin
Shutting me eyes, I dreamed in formulas.
Yevgeny Zamyatin
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?
Yevgeny Zamyatin
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Everyone has to go mad, it's essential fir everyone to go mad - as soon as possible! It's essential - I know.
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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
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
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
Heretics are the only bitter remedy against the entropy of human thought.
Yevgeny Zamyatin
Shutting me eyes, I dreamed in formulas.
Yevgeny Zamyatin
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?
Yevgeny Zamyatin