What if, when this fog scatters and flies upward, the whole rotten, slimey city goes with it, rises with the fog and vanishes like smoke.
Fyodor DostoevskyOne man doesn't believe in god at all, while the other believes in him so thoroughly that he prays as he murders men!
Fyodor DostoevskyBut I always liked side-paths, little dark back-alleys behind the main road- there one finds adventures and surprises, and precious metal in the dirt.
Fyodor Dostoevsky