...the temptation, which consisted of a single word written on the cemetary of the defeated: Sleep.

The fact is: I no longer believe in my own infallibility. That is why I am lost.

Coincidence may be described as the chance encounter of two unrelated causal chains which - miraculously, it seems - merge into a significant event.

The cell door slammed behind Rubishov.

There is an abundance of ancient place names in the Ukraine and Poland, which derive from 'Khazar' or 'Zhid' (Jew).

History knows no scruples and no hesitation. Inert and unnering flows towards her goal. History knows herway. She makes no mistakes.

Faith is a wondrous thing; it is not only capable of moving mountains, but also of making you believe that a herring is a race horse.