Those who have experienced good and bad luck many times have every reason to be skeptical of successes
The secret of secrets is inside me again
You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.
Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.
During the terrible years of the Yekhov terror I spent seventeen months in the prison queues in Leningrad. One day someone ‘identified’ me. Then a woman with lips blue with cold who was standing behind me, and of course had never heard of my name, came out of the numbness which affected us all and whispered in my ear—(we all spoke in whispers there): ‘Could you describe this?’ I said, ‘I can!’ Then something resembling a smile slipped over what had once been her face.
The whole time I was hoping my silence would fit yours and exclamation marks would gently float across time and space so that boundaries would be crossed; the whole time I was praying you would read my eyes and understand what I was never able to understand. See, we were never about butterflies. We’ve always been about burning stars. All about us is unearthly and radiant.
It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.
I was never any good at cricket thought I love it as a, as a sort of mystery.
Genndy [Tartakovsky] is so good at directing and so wonderful with animation.
If the church marries herself to the spirit of the times, she will find herself a widow in the next generation.
Are you better off than you were one year ago, one month ago, or one week ago? If not, things will not improve by themselves.