"I turned. She was in a light, saffron-yellow dress of the ancient model. This was a thousand times more cruel than if she had worn nothing."

“Profile by John Simkin at Spartacus Educational website”

“True literature can exist only when it is created, not by diligent and reliable officials, but by madmen, hermits, heretics, dreamers, rebels and skeptics.”

“Yevgeny Zamyatin: Libertarian Novelist " by Jeff Riggenbach”

“Those two, in paradise, were given a choice: happiness without freedom, or freedom without happiness. There was no third alternative.”

“She moved nearer, leaned her shoulder against me- and we were one, and something flowed from her into me, and I knew: this is how it must be. I knew it with every nerve, and every hair, and every heartbeat, so sweet it verged on pain. And what joy to submit to this "must." A piece of iron must feel such joy as it submits to the precise, inevitable law that draws it to a magnet. Or a stone, thrown up, hesitating for a moment, then plunging headlong back to earth. Or a man, after the final agony, taking a last deep breath — and dying.”

“The ancient God created the old man, capable of erring — thus he erred himself.”