He was not in love yet, but he realized that he was an attractive quantity to women, and that the fact of a woman caring for him and wanting to live with him was not simply a divine miracle.
Dostoevsky was made by being sent to Siberia. Writers are forged in injustice as a sword is forged.
I wish I had a stone for the knife, the old man said after he had checked the lashing on the oar butt. I should have brought a stone. You should have brought many things, he thought. But you did not bring them, old man. Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.
Don't ever kid yourself with too much dialectics.
You cannot imagine how one can tire of pine trees.
The fact the book was a tragic one did not make me unhappy since I believed that life was a tragedy and knew it could have only one end.