In our country the lie has become not just a moral category but a pillar of the State.

I am of course confident that I will fulfill my tasks as a writer in all circumstances - from my grave even more successfully and more irrefutably than in my lifetime. No one can bar the road to truth, and to advance its cause I am prepared to accept even death. But may it be that repeated lessons will finally teach us not to stop the writer's pen during his lifetime? At no time has this ennobled our history.

Let all of us who shared the prison soup meet again in better times!

When I was in the gulag I would sometimes even write on stone walls. I used to write on scraps of paper, then I memorised the contents and destroyed the scraps.

Surrender one hair, and you'll end up beardless.

Still, everybody wants to eat.

History is too slow for our life, for our hearts.