Loneliness, dejection, the contempt or pity of people around you–these are unpleasant feelings. But they are precisely the things that produce genuine Dark Ones.

A car’s not the right place for showing off to a girl—the bed’s the place for that. The consequences of a mistake there are more upsetting, but less tragic.

You’re on your own little quest, an there’s a bit of Frodo Baggins in you, and a bit of Verne’s Paganel, and just a tiny drop of Robinson Cursoe, and a smidgeon of Radishchev.

I had never felt such happiness, not with one man or two or three, never felt this feeling before…this feeling of…completeness? Yes, that was it, completeness! I simply didn’t need anyone else.

After all, inside every woman, no matter how grown up she is, there is still a frightened little girl.

The hardest thing of all is when pain is hidden behind a mask of calm.

Love was something different. Love was pure delight, a fountain of emotions, sensual delights, and enjoying spending time together.

Love is happiness, but only when you believe it will last forever. Even though every time it turns out to be a lie, it’s only faith that gives love its strength and its joy.

Love is a great power, and such a strange power…

I get the same buzz cleaning up the yard as Leo Tolstoy did from scything hay.

What was my truth worth, if I was prepared to defend the entire world, but not those who were close to me? If I subdued hate, but wouldn’t give love a chance?

Because love is also a power. A great power, and it should not be disdained.

An assassin can be found for every president. And for every prophet there are a thousand interpreters to distort the essence of the religion, to replace the bright flame with the heat of the inquisitors’...

Many years ago someone told me something that I flatly refused to accept. And I still don’t accept it now, despite all the times I’ve seen it proved right.”The common good and the individual good...

You’re a Dark One,” said Anton. “All you see in everything is evil, treachery, trickery.””All I do is not close my eyes to them,” Edgar retorted. “And that’s why I don’t trust Zabulon. I distrust...

Of course we got drunk!” Semyon said. “It’s okay to get drunk, Anton. If you need to real bad. Only you have to get drunk on vodka. Cognac and wine—that’s all for the heart.””So what’s...

Why was is that the Light acted through lies, and the Darkness acted though the truth? Why was is that our truth proved powerless, but lies were effective? And why was the Darkness able to...

Forgiving was the hardest thing. Sometimes forgiving was the hardest thing in the whole world.

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...

There are far more reasons for death than there are for life.

There is no abstract Evil; you have to understand that! Its roots are here, all around us, in this herd that goes on chewing and having a good time only an hour after a murder!...

That’s the hardest thing of all–never to become cynical, never to lose faith, never to become indifferent.

Drink your coffee, it clears out the brain in the morning

Others are not born bad or good… and neither are people, by the way.

The only thing that restrains you is fear, Anton Gorodetsky. For yourself, or for people—that’s not important. But we are restrained by horror. And that is why we observe the Treaty.

Being on the side of the Light is much tougher than being on the side of the Dark…

What if it turns out there really are witches and vampires and werewolves living right here alongside us? After all, what better disguise could there be than to get your image enshrined in the culture...