Dmitry Glukhovsky Quotes & Sayings

As long as man is alive, he will always deem himself to be the light of the world, and consider his enemies as the darkness. And they will be thinking like that on both sides of the front. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

Humans had always been better at killing than any other living thing. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

It was as if, having been driven off course, he nevertheless was able to recover his feet on the shining rails of his fate. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

Never discuss the rights of the strong. You are too weak to do that, — Dmitry Glukhovsky

Who came up with the idea that telling the truth is easy? That's already a lie. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

I 'm reading now Metro 2033.It looks intresting so far — Dmitry Glukhovsky

Now he only had an abstract interest in what was surrounding him, as though none of this was happening to him, but he was just reading a book about it. The fate of the main character interested him, of course, but if he was killed then he could just pick another book off the shelf - one with a happy ending. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

But if they have a flashlight, it means they're human and not some kind of monsters from the surface,' objected Artyom.
"I don't know what's worse," said Melnik, cutting off Artyom. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

Slowly, slowly, his soul was filled with bitterness at the fact that he had stood a step away from enlightenment, from the most real enlightenment, but he hadn't been resolute, he hadn't dare give himself to the flow of the tunnel's ether, and now he would be left to wander in the darkness for his whole life because he was once too afraid of the light of authentic knowledge. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

His delight at seeing this creation of human hands was mixed with the bitterness of finally understanding that nothing like it ever would be created again. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

we live by legends, and not by bread alone. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

Cut the chatter!' interrupted Melnick, fiercely. 'Don't you know librarians can't stand noise? For them, noise is like waving a red rag in front of a bull. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

Millions of shining lights, silver nails driven into a dome of dark blue velvet . . . — Dmitry Glukhovsky

They're naked, covered in black, glossy skin, with huge eyes and mouths like gashes... they're striding rhythmically ahead, towards the fortifications, towards death, with reckless abandon, without wavering, closer and closer... there are three, five, eight beasts... and the first among them suddenly throws back its head and emits a howl like a requiem. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

Welcome to the First International Red Fighting Brigade of the Moscow Metropolitan in the name of Ernesto Che Guevara! — Dmitry Glukhovsky

Any faith served man only as a crutch supporting him. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

The number of places in paradise is limited; only in hell is entry open to all. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

And what if there's nothing in there?' You die and there's nothing beyond that. Nothing. Nothing remains. Someone might remember you for a little while after but not for long. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

There was nothing: just an empty, dark tunnel he was supposed to plod his way through, from "Birth" station to "Death" station. Those looking for faith had simply been trying to find the side branches in this line. But there were only two stations, and only tunnel connecting them. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

There's only one thing that can save a man from madness and that's uncertainty. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

Getting a new version of the answer every day, Artyom was unable to compel himself to believe what was true, because the next day another, no less precise and comprehensive one, might arise. Whom should he believe? And in what? ... Any faith served man only as a crutch supporting him. ... He understood why man needs this support. Without it, life would have become empty, like an abandoned tunnel. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

There are some things that you don't want to do and you pledge to yourself that you won't do, you forbid yourself, and then suddenly they happen all by themselves. You don't even have time to think about them, and they don't make it to the cognitive centres of the brain: they just happen and that's it, and you're left just watching yourself with surprise, and convincing yourself that it wasn't your fault, it just happened all by itself. — Dmitry Glukhovsky

And then, after five minutes of silence, almost inaudibly, the old man sighed and said, more to himself than to Artyom: 'Lord, what a splendid world we ruined . . . — Dmitry Glukhovsky