Man ceased to be an ape, vanquished the ape, on the day the first book was written. Yevgeny Zamyatin More Quotes by Yevgeny Zamyatin More Quotes From Yevgeny Zamyatin Accentuated plainness and accentuated vice ought to bring about harmony. Beauty lies in harmony, in style, whether it be the harmony of ugliness or beauty, vice or virtue. Yevgeny Zamyatin stylebalancelying The myth about the angel who rebelled against his Lord is the most beautiful of all myths, the proudest, the most revolutionary, the most immortal of them all. Yevgeny Zamyatin beautifulinspirationalart To an artist, creating an image means being in love with it. Yevgeny Zamyatin inspirationalmeanart The purpose of art ... is not to reflect life but to organize it, to build it. Yevgeny Zamyatin organizepurposeart The most wonderful thing in life is to be delirious and the most wonderful kind of delirium is being in love. In the morning mist, hazy and amorous, London was delirious. London squinted as it floated along, milky pink, without caring where it was going. Yevgeny Zamyatin being-in-lovecaringmorning It was clear: I was sick. I never used to dream. They say in the old days it was the most normal thing in the world to have dreams. Which makes sense: Their whole life was some kind of horrible merry-go-round of green, orange, Buddha, juice. But today we know that dreams point to a serious mental illness. And I know that up to now my brain has checked out chronometrically perfect, a mechanism without a speck of dust. Yevgeny Zamyatin orangedustdream 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? Yevgeny Zamyatin coupleeyesea Revolution is everywhere, in everything. There is no final revolution, no final number. Yevgeny Zamyatin finalsrevolutionnumbers What is it to you if I don't want others to want for me, if I want to want myself - if I want the impossible. Yevgeny Zamyatin ifsimpossiblewant O, mighty, divinely delimited wisdom of walls, boundaries! I is perhaps the most magnificent of all inventions. Man ceased to be a wild animal only when he build the first wall. Men ceased to be a wild man only when we built the Green Wall, only when, by means of that wall, we isolated our perfect machine world from the irrational, ugly world of trees, birds, and animals. Yevgeny Zamyatin wallmenmean 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) Yevgeny Zamyatin eyedarknight Dogma, static positions, consonance - all these are obstacles to catching the disease of art, at least in its more complex forms. Yevgeny Zamyatin literatureinspirationalart Only the rational and useful is beautiful. Yevgeny Zamyatin rationalbeautifulbeauty Every artist of importance creates his own world, with its own laws - creates and shapes it in his own shape and image, and no one else's. This is why it is difficult to fit the artist into a world that has already been created, a seven-day, fixed and solidified world: he will inevitably slip out of the set of laws and paragraphs, he will be a heretic. Yevgeny Zamyatin lawinspirationalart Individual consciousness is just sickness. Yevgeny Zamyatin sicknessindividualconsciousness The literature of the immediate future will inevitably turn away from painting, whether respectably realistic or modern, and from daily life, whether old or the very latest and revolutionary, and turn to artistically realized philosophy. Yevgeny Zamyatin inspirationalphilosophyart None of us older writers had gone through such a school. We are all self-taught. And, of course, there is always, in such a school, the danger of goose-stepping, uniformed ranks. But the Serapion Brethren have already, it seems to me, outgrown this danger. Each of them has his own individuality and his own handwriting. The common thing they have derived from the studio is the art of writing with ninety-proof ink, the art of eliminating everything that is superfluous, which is, perhaps, more difficult than writing. Yevgeny Zamyatin writinginspirationalart It is the specialist's task to talk about means, about centimeters. An artist's task is to talk about the goal, about kilometers, thousands of kilometers. The organizing role of art consists of infecting the reader, of arousing him with pathos or irony -- the cathode and anode in literature. But irony that is measured in centimeters is pathetic, and centimeter-sized pathos is ridiculous. No one can be carried away by it. To stir the reader, the artist must speak not of means but of ends, of the great goal toward which mankind is moving. Yevgeny Zamyatin inspirationalartmoving The world is kept alive only by heretics. Yevgeny Zamyatin aliveinspirationalart Along the blade of a knife lies the path of paradox—the single most worthy path of the fearless mind . . . . Yevgeny Zamyatin fearlesskniveslying
