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”)

Revolution is everywhere, in everything. There is no final revolution, no final number.

You are afraid of it because it is stronger than you; you hate it because you are afraid of it; you love it because you cannot subdue it to your will. Only the unsubduable can be loved.

Is it not clear, however, that bliss and envy are the numerator and denominator of the fraction called happiness?

There are two generic and invariable features that characterize utopias. One is the content: the authors of utopias paint what they consider to be ideal societies; translating this into the language of mathematics, we might say that utopias bear a + sign. The other feature, organically growing out of the content, is to be found in the form: a utopia is always static; it is always descriptive and has no, of almost no, plot dynamics.

Her smile was a bite, and I was its target.

And everyone must lose his mind, everyone must! The sooner the better! It is essential — I know it.