[Lev] Tolstoy is not a boy-writer. He's a grown-up. And [Fedor] Doestoeivski is not a boy-writer.

I guess the toughest things in translations are word play, which can never be reproduced exactly.

It often happens that things are other than what they seem, and you can get yourself into trouble by jumping to conclusions.

The only person I knew how to be with now was myself - but I wasn´t really anyone, and I wasn´t really alive. I was just someone who pretended to be alive, a dead mean who spent his days translating a dead man´s book.

Let me tell you, there's no better medicine than a friendly card game for sloughing off the cares of a workaday world.

[Lev] Tolstoy is not a boy-writer. He's a grown-up. And [Fedor] Doestoeivski is not a boy-writer.

We find ourselves only by looking to what we’re not.