“Crossing out is an art that is, perhaps, even more difficult than writing. It requires the sharpest eye to decide what is superfluous and must be removed. And it requires ruthlessness toward yourself -- the greatest ruthlessness and self-sacrifice. You must know how to sacrifice parts in the name of the whole.” KnowsInspirationalWritingArtSelfWholeEyeLiteratureNamesDifficultKnow HowSacrificeCrossingsSelf SacrificeSuperfluousRuthlessness Author:Yevgeny Zamyatin
“The sun's champagne streamed from one body into another. And there was a couple on the green silk of the grass, covered by a raspberry umbrella. Only their feet and a little bit of lace could be seen. In the magnificent universe beneath the raspberry umbrella, with closed eyes, they drank in the sparkling madness. 'Extra! Extra! Zeppelins over the North Sea at 3 o'clock.' But under the umbrella, in the raspberry universe, they were immortal. What did it matter that in another far-away universe people would be killing each other?” PeopleLittlesMatterBodyWould BeEyeUniverseBitsSunSeaFeetCoupleLittle BitMadnessGreenKillingClockGrassExtrasImmortalCoveredFar AwayMagnificentDrankChampagneSilkUmbrellaLaceSparklingZeppelinsKilling Each OtherClosed EyesRaspberriesNorth Sea Author:Yevgeny Zamyatin
“They do not need the sun. Who needs the sun when the eyes glow? Darkness. A woolen fog has wrapped the earth, has dropped a heavy curtain. From far away, from beyond the curtain, comes the sound of drops falling on stone. Far, far away - the autumn, people, tomorrow. ("The North")” PeopleNeedsEyeEarthFallSoundDarknessSunTomorrowStonesHeavyAutumnFar AwayFogCurtains Author:Yevgeny Zamyatin
“I am aware of myself. And, of course, the only things that are aware of themselves and conscious of their individuality are irritated eyes, cut fingers, sore teeth. A healthy eye, finger, tooth might as well not even be there. Isn't it clear that individual consciousness is just sickness?” WellsMightEyeCoursesIndividualConsciousnessClearCuttingHealthyConsciousFingersIndividualityTeethSicknessIrritated Book:We Source: We
“Here I saw, with my own eyes, that laughter was the most terrible weapon: you can kill anything with laughter - even murder itself.” EyeMy OwnSawsTerribleWeaponsLaughterMurder Book:We Source: We
“Midsummer Night was roasting hot. The shore, of red granite, glowed with the heat; the dark blood of the earth seemed to be rising from below. There was a sharp, unbearable smell of birds, of cod, of green decaying seaweed. Through the mist the huge ruddy sun loomed nearer and nearer. And in the sea, dark blood welled up to meet it - in bloated, rearing, huge white waves. Night. The mouth of the bay between two cliffs was like a window. A window shutting out curious eyes with a white shade-white woolly fog. And all that you could see was that behind it something red was happening. (The North)” TwoEyeEarthNightDarkWhiteBehindsSunBloodSeaHugeHappeningsBirdMouthsRedWindowHotGreenWaveSmellCuriousHeatRisingShoreShadeFogUnbearableCliffsMistGraniteSeaweedMidsummerSummer NightsRoasting Author:Yevgeny Zamyatin
