Tania, last time in Morozovo, I let you go, but not this time. This time we live together or we die together.

Love is when he is hungry and you feed him. Love is knowing when he is hungry.

I tend to be a great optimist when it comes to the United States and the American way of life, I think precisely because I wasn't born into it.

Some words were like that. Whole lives attached to them. Ghosts and lives and ecstasy and sorrow.

Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars.

With my writing, because I live it, I have to be consumed by it, and that means you have to forget your other life, which is constantly pulling you from your work.

Lazarevo drips you into my soul, dawn drop by moonlight drop from the river Kama. When you look for me, look for me there, because that's where I'll be all the days of my life.