I'm tired of justifying what I've said.
In Russia, less than one percent of trials end with an acquittal. With trials that were initiated for political reasons those chances are zero.
In Russia, we have a long tradition of compassion for people who have been put into labor camps or prison.
I hate it when people are wrongly convicted.
Just as the hand that strikes the ground cannot fail, So is the ruin certain of him who cherishes anger.
Love and envy make a man pine, which other affections do not, because they are not so continual.
All these people that you meet or I meet, there's not a prayer in hell that they're ever going to run for office or major office because if they're that smart, they're also smart enough to know they don't want to take everything that they've built up and have it torn apart by a sensationalized media that's so hungry for any kind of salacious detail that they'll make that the emphasis of the person's life. And then all of sudden, 50, 60 years of hard work and accomplishment go out the window.
The things we truly love, the things forming the basis and roots of our being, are generally things we never look at. A huge piece of carpeting, empty and naked plains, silent and uninterrupted stretches with nothing to alter the homogeneity of their continuity. I love wide, homogenous worlds, unstaked, unlimited like the sea, like high snows, deserts, and steppes.