“ A man is like a novel: until the very last page you don't know how it will end. Otherwise it wouldn't even be worth reading. ”
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“ Don't forget that we lawyers, we're a higher breed of intellect, and so it's our privilege to lie. It's as clear as day. Animals can't even imagine lying: if you were to find yourself among some wild islanders, they too would only speak the truth until they learned about European culture. ”
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“ Cruel', O'Kelly laughed, 'it's cruel to tell children the truth. If anything convinces me of God's mercy, then it's his gift of making us unable to lie. ”
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“ We have long become overgrown with calluses; we no longer hear people being killed. ("X") ”
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“ Happiness without freedom, or freedom without happiness. There was no third alternative. ”
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“ True literature can exist only where it is created, not by diligent and trustworthy functionaries, but by madmen, hermits, heretics, dreamers, rebels, and skeptics. ”
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“ Heretics are the only [bitter] remedy against the entropy of human thought. ("Literature, Revolution, and Entropy") ”
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“ The most effective way of destroying art is the canonization of one given form. And one philosophy. ”
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“ But clouds bellied out in the sultry heat, the sky cracked open with a crimson gash, spewed flameand the ancient forest began to smoke. By morning there was a mass of booming, fiery tongues, a hissing, crashing, howling all around, half the sky black with smoke, and the bloodied sun just barely visible. And what can little men do with their spades, ditches, and pails? The forest is no more, it was devoured by fire: stumps and ash. Perhaps illimitable fields will be plowed here one day, perhaps some new, unheardof wheat will ripen here and men from Arkansas with shaven faces will weigh in their palms the heavy golden grain. Or perhaps a city will grow upalive with ringing sound and motion, all stone and crystal and ironand winged men will come here flying over seas and mountains from all ends of the world. But never again the forest, never again the blue winter silence and the golden silence of summer. And only the tellers of tales will speak in manycolored patterned words about what had been, about wolves and bears and stately greencoated centuryold grandfathers, about old Russia; they will speak about all this to us who have seen it with our own eyes ten years a hundred years! ago, and to those others, the winged ones, who will come in a hundred years to listen and to marvel at it all as at a fairy tale. ("In Old Russia") ”
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“ We appeal, not to those who reject today in the name of a return to yesterday, not to those who are hopelessly deafened by today; we appeal to those who see the distant tomorrow — and judge today in the name of tomorrow. ”
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“ Man ceased to be an ape, vanquished the ape, on the day the first book was written. ”
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“ Every genuine poet is necessarily a Columbus. America existed for centuries before Columbus but it was only Columbus who was able to track it down. ”
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“ You can't plead with autumn. No. The midnight wind stalked through the woods, hooted to frighten you, swept everything away for the approaching winter, whirled the leaves. ”
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“ The old, slow, creaking descriptions are a thing of the past; today the rule is brevity — but every word must be supercharged, high-voltage. ”
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“ And tomorrow — who knows what happens? Do you get it? I don't know and no one knows — it's all unknown! You understand, that this is the end to the Known? This is the new, the improbable, the unpredictable. ”
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“ The art of the word is painting + architecture + music. ”
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“ Truth is the first thing that present-day literature lacks. The writer has drowned himself in lies, he is too accustomed to speak prudently, with a careful look over his shoulder. ”
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“ And tomorrow — who knows what happens? Do you get it? I don't know and no one knows — it's all unknown! You understand, that this is the end to the Known? This is the new, the improbable, the unpredictable. ”
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“ It is the specialist's task to talk about means, about centimeters. An artist's task is to talk about the goal, about kilometers, thousands of kilometers. The organizing role of art consists of infecting the reader, of arousing him with pathos or irony — the cathode and anode in literature… ”
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“ All of life in its complexity and beauty is forever minted in the gold of words. ”
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