Lara Biyuts Quotes

Woman has 3 ages: Youth, Second Youth and Everlasting Youth.

Some believe that every library looks like a splendid cemetery of human thoughts and ideas. Could librarians be called grave-diggers? However that may be, like a cemetery, a library will never stop being of use.

Literary style is like crystal-ware: the cleaner the wineglass, the brighter the brilliance. As a reader, I agree with those who believe that a colour of the dress, which a character has on, as well as any enumeration and description of dishes at dinner or in the kitchen should be mentioned only in case if all this has a strong consequent relation to the plot, but as an author, I can't help mentioning all this, with no particular reason, just for love for my characters, desiring to give them something nice and pleasant. Melancholy grows a platinum rose. Affection grows a double rose.

Women differ like snowflakes.

Every reader can live One Thousand and One Lives; every fiction author can have One Thousand and One Masks, and their talent can have One Thousand and One Facets.

It's despicable of an author to kill his main personage solely for stirring imagination of indifferent or mean minds.

Looking through the ruby glass one cannot see the true colour of the sky.

Catch sunbeams in a mirror! A reflection of a sunbeam can melt an iceberg.

Have you ever asked yourself, where do Evil come from? No? But many ask the question, and I'll tell you where there is Evil. Not in Darkness, as many believe, but in Garbling. Garbling turns Light into Darkness, and Darkness into Light. Either is precipitated by it into its non-existent universe. Garbling merges Chaos and Harmony
not as their harmony
but its own, garbled. Garbling rules here below.

Every kingdom has three pillars: Poet, Sword and Law.

Creative writing is your ability to develop your inner tension, your libido, your supply of energy and electric charge, turning the charge into an image or thought, and wording the thought, thus contributing all the activity of your mind to the immortal culture of humankind and subsequently to your own immortality.

Evil is predicable; Good is paradoxical.

Every morning is a reason to begin living again ... in case if you have had a good sleep. If not, then begin living again, anyway, and take care of yourself!

Time beats up cream for those who are ready for having the dessert.

Some believe that as an icon the image of Oscar Wilde is too old and notorious
all right, not an icon, let him be our oriflamme.

... but he realized he would never reconcile himself to life as something other than a prelude. What's life's meaning then? What is it? What does make the world go round, not letting hope die? What do people dream about, watching the endless flow of years? They dream. A dream, that's it. We live for our only dream, which can lead us, hand in hand, through our life; for the dream we reconcile ourselves to any frustrations and we shall struggle for releasing its silky wings from the net of reality. (The right to a mistake.)

There is the title of one book In Underground One Can Meet Only Rats. And I'd re-phrase, In Cosmos One Can Meet Only Mutants, besides, rats are mutants too there, in cosmos, therefore, I'd rather walk on the ground.

Time whips up cream for those who are ready for dessert.

Many believe creativity is mystery, and I always knew that my body is the key.

A demon, who serves to a warlock, begins tormenting his master, if he has not enough work. Talent is the demon.

In every love affair, only the moon is free of charge.

Hope as evidence of life. Life as evidence of death.

What if experience is disappointment, and a human's old age has no sense, and all what we acquire in our lifetime is a habit for disappointment?

Nurse your grief, don't spill a drop of it, because it'll help you to reach your zenith, some day.

Man is neither an angel nor a demon. Man is what his lover loves.

Shades of gray. Even if our colors are bright, as long as we stay silent, we are like a gray mouse. In praise of our speaking out.

Sober Minds give the world a chance. True Love brings you Hope. Blind Faith moves mountains. And the main savior from despair is Laughter.

Every cloud of confetti has a dark lining.

We are pagans. We deify each other.

You need not to burn copies of a book. Just make people feel indifferent to the book.

Don Quixotes! Stand aback from my windmill!

Art for Art's Sake is for the well fed. The well fed are all the babies in cradles and my kitty along with them, and I am happy if my writings are for my kitty.