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

— Lara Biyuts

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.

— Lara Biyuts

At liminality, at a transitional point between his last night dream and reality, he realizes he has made a big mistake and happiness is possible without death. (Coming back to himself.)

— Lara Biyuts

…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.)

— Lara Biyuts

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

— Lara Biyuts

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.

— Lara Biyuts

Even the best fountain-pen cannot make a writer be a fount of eloquence, but fountains teach sobbing with ecstasy.

— Lara Biyuts

Every cloud of confetti has a dark lining.

— Lara Biyuts

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

— Lara Biyuts

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!

— Lara Biyuts