They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.

It is no longer possible for lyric poetry to express the immensity of our experience. Life has grown too cumbersome, too complicated. We have acquired values which are best expressed in prose.

She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.

At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.

To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.

I have the impression that if he didn't complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.

He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.