Explosions are not comfortable.

Here I saw, with my own eyes, that laughter was the most terrible weapon: you can kill anything with laughter - even murder itself.

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

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”)

There is no joy nobler than suffering for the sake of love for man.

There is no final one; revolutions are infinite.

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