Isaac Babel

No iron can pierce the human heart as chillingly as a full stop placed at the right time.

The orange sky is rolling across the sky like a severed head, gentle light glimmers in the ravines among the clouds, the banners of the sunset are fluttering above our heads. The stench of yesterday’s blood and slaughtered horses drips into the evening chill.

There is no iron that can enter the human heart with such stupefying effect, as a period placed at just the right moment.