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Yevgeny Zamyatin

Yevgeny Ivanovich Zamyatin (Russian: Евге́ний Ива́нович Замя́тин, IPA: [jɪvˈɡʲenʲɪj ɪˈvanəvʲɪtɕ zɐˈmʲætʲɪn]; 20 January (Julian) / 1 February (Gregorian), 1884 – 10 March 1937), sometimes anglicized as Eugene Zamyatin, was a Russian author of science fiction and political satire. He is most famous for his 1921 novel We, a story set in a dystopian future police state.

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The next stage of development, perhaps in the distant future, will be a social order under which there will be no need for the coercive power of the state.

Art, Development, Inspirational, Order, Perhaps

She moved nearer, leaned her shoulder against me — and we were one, and something flowed from her into me, and I knew: this is how it must be. I knew it with every nerve, and every hair, every heartbeat, so sweet it verged on pain. And what joy to submit to this 'must'. A piece of iron must feel such joy as it submits to the precise, inevitable law that draws it to a magnet. Or a stone, thrown up, hesitating a moment, then plunging headlong back to earth. Or a man, after the final agony, taking a last deep breath — and dying.

Draws, Men, Moment, Pain, Sweet, Verged

Children are the boldest philosophers. They enter life naked, not covered by the smallest fig leaf of dogma, absolutes, creeds. This is why every question they ask is so absurdly naïve and so frighteningly complex.

Boldest, Children, Covered, Enter, Naked, Philosophy

None of us older writers had gone through such a school. We are all self-taught. And, of course, there is always, in such a school, the danger of goose-stepping, uniformed ranks. But the Serapion Brethren have already, it seems to me, outgrown this danger. Each of them has his own individuality and his own handwriting. The common thing they have derived from the studio is the art of writing with ninety-proof ink, the art of eliminating everything that is superfluous, which is, perhaps, more difficult than writing.

Inspirational, Art, Writing, Gone, Thing

The most wonderful thing in life is to be delirious and the most wonderful kind of delirium is being in love.

Delirious, Delirium, Kind, Love, Things In Life

We have long become overgrown with calluses; we no longer hear people being killed. ("X")

Become, Calluses, Long, Overgrown, People

The old, slow, creaking descriptions are a thing of the past; today the rule is brevity - but every word must be supercharged, high-voltage.

Description, Descriptions, Past, Rule, Today

Revolution is everywhere, in everything. It is infinite. There is no final revolution, no final number. The social revolution is only one of an infinite number of numbers: the law of revolution is not a social law, but an immeasurably greater one. It is a cosmic, universal law - like the laws of the conservation of energy and of the dissipation of energy (entropy).

Art, Inspirational, Number, Numbers, Universal

The mighty power of logic cleanses all it touches.

Cleanses, Logic, Mighty, Power, Touches

When we remove the snowdrift piled up over Chekhov in recent years, we uncover a man profoundly agitated by social problems; a writer whose social ideals are the same as those we live by; a philosophy of the divinity of man, of fervent faith in man - the faith that moves mountains.

Art, Faith, Inspirational, Philosophy, Problems, Profoundly

what primitive tastes the ancients must have had if their poets were inspired by those absurd, untidy clumps of mist, idiotically jostling one another about

Absurd, Idiotically, Inspired, Poet, Primitive, Taste

The microspeed of the tongue ought to be always slightly less than the microspeed of the thoughts and certainly not ever the reverse.

Ought, Reverse, Slightly, Thoughts, Tongue

Dogma, static positions, consonance - all these are obstacles to catching the disease of art, at least in its more complex forms.

Art, Catching, Consonance, Inspirational, Literature, Static

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.

Ends, Known, Knows, Tomorrow, Unpredictable

The speed of her tongue is not correctly calculated; the speed per second of her toungue should be slightly less than the speed per second of her thoughts -at any rate not the reverse.

Calculated, Correctly, Per, Should, Speed, Tongue

The world is kept alive only by heretics.

Alive, Art, Heretics, Inspirational, World

Name me the final number, the highest, the greatest. But that's absurd! If the number of numbers is infinite, how can there be a final number? Then how can you speak of a final revolution? There is no final one. Revolutions are infinite.

Art, Highest, Inspirational, Name, Names, Number

All truths are erroneous. This is the very essence of the dialectical process: today's truths become errors tomorrow; there is no final number.

Dialectical, Errors, Essence, Number, Tomorrow, Truth

It is said there are flowers that bloom only once in a hundred years. Why should there not be some that bloom once in a thousand, in ten thousand years? Perhaps we never know about them simply because this "once in a thousand years" has come today.

Come, Flower, Flowers, Love, Today, Years

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.

Hopelessly, Judging, Names, See, Today, Yesterday

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