I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky โ thatโs all it is. Itโs not a matter of intellect or logic, itโs loving with oneโs inside, with oneโs stomach.
Fyodor DostoevskyOn an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out of the garret in which he lodged in S. Place and walked slowly, as though in hesitation, towards K. bridge.
Fyodor DostoevskyI saw clear as daylight how strange it is that not a single person living in this mad world has had the daring to go straight for it all and send it flying to the devil! I...I wanted to have the daring...and I killed her.
Fyodor DostoevskyItโs not God that I do not accept, you understand, it is this world of Godโs, created by God, that I do not accept and cannot agree to accept.
Fyodor Dostoevsky