Viy Quotes

What happens to anything beautiful? Viy ate it up.

Her favorite author was Gogol, and I read every translation I could find. So she was into villains and folklore—I smiled as I read Viy—then ordered the books in Russian and put them in my library.

I'd burn alive in his blaze of hellfire. Viy would scorch all of me until there was nothing left. And the worst part about it, I didn't care.

The future belongs to the dead, and the makers of the dead. Men like Viy, who are blind to the deeds of their own hands, who reach out for souls. Our kind belong to him, now. We wander, lost, and you cannot even see the silver on our chests anymore, because all the human world is the Country of Death, and in thrall, and finally, after all this time, we are just like everyone else. We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive. This is Russia and it is 1952. What else would you call hell?

Gülizar Ana: Utuz sekiz zulum vi, adır vi, be bex ti ye viye ekser ama ma qırkerdime vesnayme est me. Awaqe ma diya kes mevino. (38 zulümdü, ateşti, namertlikti, bizi kırdılar, yaktılar, astılar, sürdüler gittiler. Bizim gördüğümüzü hiç kimse görmesin.)