Man has been endowed with reason, with the power to create, so that he can add to what he's been given. But up to now he hasn't been a creator, only a destroyer. Forests keep disappearing, rivers dry up, wild life's become extinct, the climate's ruined and the land grows poorer and uglier every day.

In Moscow you sit in a huge room at a restaurant; you know no one and no one knows you, and at the same time you don't feel a stranger. But here you know everyone and everyone knows you, and yet you are a stranger - a stranger... A stranger, and lonely...

Life is given only once, and one wants to live it boldly, with full conscious and beauty.

How unbearable at times are people who are happy, people for whom everything works out.

The more refined one is, the more unhappy.

The aim of fiction is absolute and honest truth.

Once a man gets a fixed idea, there's nothing to be done.