My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I'm going to sleep.
This desire [to write] is rather strange all the same and is not without a certain "cracked" quality.
To keep hope alive one must, in spite of all mistakes, horrors, and crimes, recognize the obvious superiority of the socialist camp.
Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
Once you hear the details of victory, it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.
All that I know about my life, it seems, I have learned in books.