Because I'm a Karamazov. Because when I fall into the abyss, I go straight into it, head down and heels up, and I'm even pleased that I'm falling in just such a humiliating position, and for me I find it beautiful.

I do not rebel against my God, I simply do not accept his world.

... what you need more than anything in life is a definite position.

I believe the best definition of man is the ungrateful biped.

The meanest and most hateful thing about money is that it even gives one talent.

My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?

In a morbid condition of the brain, dreams often have a singular actuality, vividness, and extraordinary semblance of reality. At times monstrous images are created, but the setting and the whole picture are so truth-like and filled with details so delicate, so unexpectedly, but so artistically consistent, that the dreamer, were he an artist like Pushkin or Turgenev even, could never have invented them in the waking state. Such sick dreams always remain long in the memory and make a powerful impression on the overwrought and deranged nervous system.