The Dead Mountaineer's Inn Quotes

“Haven't you ever noticed, Mr. Glebsky, how much more interesting the unknown is than the known? The unknown makes us think — it makes our blood run a little quicker and gives rise to various delightful trains of thought. It beckons, it promises. It's like a fire flickering in the depths of the night. But as soon as the unknown becomes known, it's just as flat, gray and uninteresting as everything else.”
― Boris Strugatsky, The Dead Mountaineer's Inn

“that the moon was bright, tiny and icy-looking; and that around me for many miles there was nothing but snow and rocks. I had a talk with the St. Bernard, who was making his nightly rounds; he agreed that the night was too quiet and empty, and that solitude, despite its numerous benefits, was really a lousy thing. Still, he refused outright to break the valley’s silence and join me in a howl, or even just a good bark. In response to my request he just shook his head, walked away with a dissatisfied look and lay down by the porch.”
― Arkady Strugatsky, The Dead Mountaineer's Inn

“- Вы иностранец?
- Очень!”
― Arkady Strugatsky, Отель «У погибшего альпиниста»

“To tell you the truth the only thing I feel, Peter, is that you’re going about this all wrong. You’re following the most natural roads, and for that reason you’ve ended up in particularly unnatural places. You’re exploring alibis, gathering clues, looking for motives. But it seems to me that, in this particular case the usual terms of your art have lost their meaning, the same way that the concept of time changes meaning at speeds faster than light …”
― Arkady Strugatsky, The Dead Mountaineer's Inn

“Haven’t you ever noticed... how much more interesting the unknown is than the known? The unknown makes us think - it makes our blood run a little quicker and gives rise to various delightful trains of thought. It beckons, it promises. It’s like a fire flickering in the depths of the night. But as soon as the unknown becomes known, it’s just as flat, grey and uninteresting as everything else.”
― Boris Strugatsky, The Dead Mountaineer's Inn

“Грызть себя, уязвлять себя, нудить и зудеть можно часами и сутками, а восторг приходит – и тут же уходит, и ничего от него не остается,”
― Arkady Strugatsky, Отель «У погибшего альпиниста»