Be equal to your talent, not your age. At times let the gap between them be embarrassing.

In any man who dies there dies with him his first snow and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die in them.

In Russia all tyrants believe poets to be their worst enemies.

Character begins to form at the first pinch of anxiety about ourselves.

Why is it that right-wing bastards always stand shoulder to shoulder in solidarity, while liberals fall out among themselves?

He watched through a crack inside just pretending to be dead he wanted to fix each pallbearer in his memory . . . it seems to me a telephone was installed in the coffin to someone yet again Stalin is sending his instructions.

Give me a mystery - just a plain and simple one - a mystery which is diffidence and silence, a slim little bare-foot mystery: give me a mystery - just one!