Quotes from Lyudmila Ulitskaya

He was a committed ladies' man and obtained a great deal of sustenance from the seemingly inexhaustible supply of women, but he guarded himself vigilantly against addiction, fearful of becoming fodder for that feminine allure which is so paradoxically generous to those who take from it and so destructively cruel to those who give.

Literature is the best thing humanity has. Poetry is the heart of literature, the highest concentration of everything that is the best in the world and in man. It is the only true food for your soul.

She had lived on in the Crimea by the grace of God, as she supposed, but partly no doubt also because of the Spanish surname bequeathed by her late husband, a jolly Jewish dentist with vices which were minor but not insignificant, and virtues which were great but meticulously concealed.

Madness, as anyone knows who has observed it at close quarters, is the more infectious the more sensitive the psyche of the person finding themselves in the proximity of the mad person.

Medea smiled to herself and felt reassured. Despite being so much more crowded and having so much more hustle and bustle, the world still functioned in its old way, the way she understood, with small miracles happening, people coming together and parting, and all of it forming a wonderful pattern.

It is hot, the light is strong and I have an extraordinary sense of clarity, although quite what is clear I cannot express.

Amalia could hardly keep from crying as she threw out the butts from the ashtray: 'Nora, even drinking is better than smoking. It goes without saying that it's bad for you, but the smell is also disgusting! Chekhov said that kissing a woman who smokes is like licking an ashtray!' Nora dismissed her with a wave of the hand and said, laughing, 'Mama, Chekhov and I will never have to kiss anyway.

Din punctul de vedere al tantarului, omul e nemuritor.

I find attempts to create bilingual gospels laughable, in particular the attempt to translate the service from Church Slavonic into Russian. What for? In order not to make the effort and not to learn the divine, if somewhat artificial but solemn, language specially carved for this purpose? This language also provides a link with a tradition which is realized at depths and which the modern Russian language cannot plumb.

tik?kite kaip norite, tai j?s? asmeninis reikalas, ta?iau priesak? laikykit?s, elkit?s kaip ir dera. Beje, norint elgtis kaip dera, netgi neb?tina b?ti krikš?ionimi. Galima b?ti netgi niekuo. Paskutiniu agnostiku, besparniu ateistu.

But these two? Robert thought a

It's just a psychological cliché you brought over with you from Russia. I assure you there are no non-believers, particularly among artistic people. The nature of faith varies—the greater the intellect, the more complex the form it takes. There's also a form of intellectual chastity which won't allow anything to be discussed or articulated. We're surrounded by the most vulgar forms of primitive religiosity, and it's hard to bear Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Elmúlt az egész életünk, PaweÅ', és a világ semmivel se lett jobb.

Form is what transforms the content of a work into its essence.

Judgment is not always required. You don't need to have an opinion on every issue.

I recognize that what you believe doesn't matter in the slightest. All that matters is how you personally behave.

She had been a widow considerably longer than she had been a wife, and her relationship with her departed husband was as good as ever and was even improving with the years.