All of life in its complexity and beauty is forever minted in the gold of words.

What is it to you if I don't want others to want for me, if I want to want myself - if I want the impossible.

The lilac branches are bowed under the weight of the flowers: blooming is hard, and the most important thing is - to bloom. (“A Story About The Most Important Thing”)

The nights were long, like the braids of a pretty girl, and the days were short, like a girl's sense. ("The North")

Every artist of importance creates his own world, with its own laws - creates and shapes it in his own shape and image, and no one else's. This is why it is difficult to fit the artist into a world that has already been created, a seven-day, fixed and solidified world: he will inevitably slip out of the set of laws and paragraphs, he will be a heretic.

Along the blade of a knife lies the path of paradox—the single most worthy path of the fearless mind . . . .

The whole world is one immense woman, and we are in her very womb, we are not yet born, we are joyfully ripening.