There is not a thing that is more positive than bread.

I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I think my liver is diseased. Then again, I don't know a thing about my illness; I'm not even sure what hurts.

It's not miracles that generate faith, but faith that generates miracles.

Such power!" Adelaida cried all at once, peering greedily at the portrait over her sister's shoulder. "Where? What power?" Lizaveta Prokofyevna asked sharply. "Such beauty has power," Adelaida said hotly. "You can overturn the world with such beauty.

I will put up with any mockery rather than pretend that I am satisfied when I am hungry.

I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. An unattractive man. I think that my liver hurts.

If there is no God, then I am God.