Years later, when Dostoevsky was reading the book of Job once again, he wrote his wife that it put him into such a state of unhealthy rapture that he almost cried. It's a strange thing, Anya, this boo...
His unrivaled genius as an ideological novelist was this capacity to invent actions and situations in which ideas dominate behavior without the latter becoming allegorical. He possessed what I call an...
Mikhailovsky
Rise, prophet, rise, and hear, and see, And let my words be seen and heard By all who turn aside from me. And burn them with my fiery word.
The most unbearable misfortune is when you yourself become unjust, malignant, vile; you realize it, you even reproach yourself—but you just can’t help it.