This was how you wound up in the Inquisition. When you stopped being able to see any difference between Light Ones and Dark Ones. When for you, people weren’t even a flock of sheep, but just a handful of spiders in a glass jar. When you stopped believing in the future, and all you wanted to do was preserve the status quo. For yourself. For those few individuals who were still dear to you.

What if every time you fought for love, you were fighting for the whole world? For the whole world – not against the whole world.

Isn’t that always the way! Just when you really want to know if you did the right thing or not. But no one will ever answer that question for you.

Who’s James Bond?” Zabulon inquired.

People don’t usually think about the meaning of the words they say. It seems to them that words convey truth. That when someone hears the word “red” he will think of a ripe raspberry and not a pool of blood. That the word “love” will evoke Shakespeare’s sonnets and not the erotic films of Playboy. And they find themselves baffled when the word they’ve spoken doesn’t evoke the right response.

This is the inevitable consequence of a popular movie: you become the guy who wrote “the book that inspired the movie.” Frankly speaking, I find it a bit insulting.

The past is not important. The present is inconsequential. The future is indeterminate. He.

You’re a big boy, you ought to understand that punctual transport, public order and safe streets, polite people and good medical services are all the achievements of dictatorship.

That’s the way it goes sometimes: in order to help your friends, first you have to help your enemy. Better get used to it.

What an unfortunate instrument the guitar is! An instrument of such great nobility, a genuine monarch of music – reduced to a pitiful lump of wood with six strings, constantly abused by people with no ear and no voice.