Quotes from Yevgeny Zamyatin

To rule the world, man has got to rule the rulers of the world.

It is not your fault; you are ill. And the name of your illness is: FANCY.

Ä°nsan? suçtan ar?nd?rman?n tek yolu onu özgürlükten ar?nd?rmakt?r.

Bilgi de neymiÅŸ! Bilgi dediÄŸin korkakl?kt?r. Ne derseniz deyin, doÄŸrusu bu. Siz sonsuzluÄŸu bir duvarla s?n?rlamaya çal???yorsunuz, duvar?n arkas?na bakmaya ise korkuyorsunuz.

Kendimi hissediyorum. Ama sadece içine bir ÅŸey kaçan göz, yaral? parmak ya da aÄŸr?yan diÅŸ kendini hisseder ve bireyselliÄŸini kavrar. SaÄŸl?kl? göz, parmak ve diÅŸ adeta yoktur. KiÅŸisel bilincin bir hastal?ktan ibaret olduÄŸu apaç?k ortada deÄŸil mi?

What makes you think that nonsense is bad? If they'd nurtured and cared for human nonsense over the ages the way they did intelligence, it might have turned into something of special value.

Picture this: a human finger, cut off from its body, its hand...a separate human finger, running hopping along, all hunched over, on a glass sidewalk. I am that finger.

Can it really be that the world- our world- still exists? Or is this just inertia, the generator is off, but the gears are still turning and plodding along- two or three more rotations, then on the fourth, they'll come to a standstill...

And, like children, you will swallow without protest everything bitter I shall give you only when it is carefully coated with the thick syrup of adventure.

Picture this: a human finger, cut from its body, its hand...a separate human finger, running hopping along, all hunched over, on a glass sidewalk. I am that finger.

Children are exceptionally brave philosophers. And brave philosophers are always children.

a point contains more unknowns than anything else; it need but stir, move, and it may turn into thousands of curves, thousands of bodies. I

You can only love something that refuses to be mastered.

I was free again—that is, rather, I was included again in the well-constructed, infinitely stretching Assyrian rows.

I walked alone through the twilit street. The wind was whirling, driving, carrying me like a slip of paper. Fragments of cast-iron sky flew and flew-they had another day, two days to hurtle through infinity… The unifs of passersby brushed against me, but I walked alone. I saw it clearly: everyone was saved, but there was no salvation for me. I did not want salvation …"(c)

It is clear," interrupted I-330, "that to be original means to stand out among others; consequently, to be original means to violate the law of equality.

I simply can't make jokes - the default value of every joke is a lie.

Why is dance beautiful? And the answer is: because it is non-free motion, because the whole profound meaning of dance lies precisely in its absolute, esthetic subordination; its ideal non-freedom.

Quem sabe como tu és? O homem é como os romances: só na última página é que se sabe o final

Le pope avait un chien, et après Dieu le fils, Il l'aimait plus que tout.

The way to rid man of criminality is to rid him of freedom.

I am alone. It is evening. There is a light fog. The sky is covered by a thin milky-golden tissue. If I only knew what is there—higher. If I only knew who I am. Which I am I?

Do enamorado sussuro das ondas, nós extraímos eletricidade; dessa fera brava que se desfaz em espuma fizemos um animal doméstico e, pelo mesmo método, domesticamos e submetemos o elemento bárbaro da poesia. Doravante, a poesia não é já o imperdoável trinado do rouxinol; a poesia é um serviço estatal, a poesia é utilidade.

The ancient god created the ancient man, i.e., the man capable of mistakes, ergo the ancient god himself made a mistake.