هرگاه نان روزانه به هرگونه پیوند سیاسی وابسته باشد، هرگاه که انسان تنها با پذیرش و تسلیم بتواند لقمه‌ای به چنگ آورد، حال تهوع به من دست می‌دهد، انسان بایستی بی‌هیچ قید و شرطی حق خوردوخوراک داشته باشد.

Аз мисля, че живота трябва да го живеем в най-ранна възраст, защото после се обезценяваш и никой нищо не ти дава даром.

No doubt about it: numbers are the future. The world’s been learning to count since the days of chivalry ended and it’s only going to get worse. We’re about to witness the end of everything that isn’t quantifiable — honor, for example.

مصونیت سیاسی چیز مقدسی است. آدم را به قدری خوب از همۀ بلایا حفظ می کند که عاقبت زیرابتان از داخل زده می شود. حباب شیشه ای که حافظ شماست دست آخر خفه تان می کند

"Tuomet mes iš tikrųjų buvome pasiekę dugną - nesakau "prarajos", nes nuo tada patyriau, kad praraja dugno neturi ir kad mes visi galim mušti gylio rekordus, niekada neišsemdami tos įdomios institucijos galimybių."

Never say die. You have to be mad, it’s true, to keep going and hope, but the first reptile who dragged his belly out of the water a million years ago to live on land without lungs and tried to breathe all the same — he too was mad. In the end the reptile became a man. We must always try to do the best we can — perhaps one day well become human, who knows.

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— Отче наш, който си на небето — замоли се той. — Дай ни да се издигнем! Дай ни да стигнем повърхността и стори ни повърхностни! Дай ни само милиметър дълбина и позволи ни най-сетне да бъдем простички като добрутро! Върни ни вкуса към розите и синевата, към нежността и прелестта, и научи ни що да правим с куче, с лес, със залез, с птича песен! И спаси ни от злото и абстракциите, и върни ни разума!

This was what he stood for: a world where there would be room enough even for such a mass of clumsy and cumbersome freedom. A margin of humanity, of tolerance, where some of life’s beauty could take refuge. His eyes narrowed a little, and an ironic, bitter smile came to his lips. I know you all, he thought. Today you say that elephants are archaic and cumbersome, that they interfere with roads and
telegraph poles, and tomorrow you’ll begin to say that human rights too are obsolete and cumbersome, that they interfere with progress, and the temptation will be so great to let them fall by the road and not to burden ourselves with that
extra load. And in the end man himself will become in your eyes a clumsy luxury, an archaic survival from the past, and you’ll dispense with him too, and the only thing left will be total efficiency and universal slavery and man himself will disappear under the weight of his material achievement. He had learned that much behind the barbed wire of the forced labor camp: it was our education, a lesson be was not prepared to forget.