Metro 2035 Quotes
"Do you want your dick to dry up and drop off?"
"There’s nothing left. Nothing there to look for!"
"The entire world is lying facedown in the mud."
"Why would only Moscow be left? It’s not logical."
"History was written by the victors; there was no one here to write it."
"I’d rather kick the bucket from an overdose up on the surface than be stuck here in the Metro until I’m old and gray."
"I don’t want my descendants to be food for tuberculosis microbes!"
"We’re not alone. There are other survivors too."
"I don’t want to be bones and bowls in a common grave."
"Don't insult me. You're Sukhoi's son, right? The station master. I'm doing it for free. For peace throughout the world."
"No way you can manage without a beam-compass in these matters!"
"I'll give top price!"—and then a thin jingle.
"They had to carry on loving and grieving, didn’t they? And how could they do that without flowers?"
"Like everywhere else in the Metro, they paid here in Kalashnikov cartridges, now the only hard currency."
"I loathe those damned mushrooms," Artyom said clearly and distinctly.
"Not everyone can be a broker. It takes talent."
"As it happens, shit is the lifeblood of the economy."
"And the sky is pregnant with the future, That satiating grain of the well-fed source."
"Until further instructions entry to the territory of Hansa is whatchamacallit to be denied, full stop!"
"The situation is serious. A hundred cartridges for three."
"What could they be backed with in a world where a word of honor was meaningless and there was no state?"
"What damned good did those pallets do anyone? It turns out they were buying them up for the Flood."
"I want to die," Oleg confirmed. "And my egg's broken. I'm sick and tired of living."
"We're sailing to the Fourth Reich," they answered him. "As volunteers."
"But they won’t be able to hide forever. We’ll figure out who they are. Every last one of them, the animals, we’ll work it out."
"They don’t just eat mushrooms, they eat our mushrooms. Ours, get it?"
"Us normal people have got to hold the line, because those animals stick together."
"People are like pigs, get it? They’ve got their snouts stuck in the trough, grunting away."
"If there are ready answers for everything, that means someone got them ready for you! You’ve got to ask questions, get it?"
"Everyone has to start with himself. With his own station. With some little thing; start with some little thing."
"The main thing is to remember them all. All of them who have raised their hand against our folk."
"You’re interested in harlots, but the future of the nation doesn’t bother you."
"A volunteer force. For our own kind. Them as are trodden down by the freaks."
"That life is like a branch … Like the tracks. There are points on them that switch those tracks."
"Each of us has only one destination! And it’s his own!"
"Maybe all of us ought to have just stayed at our stations, eh? Ever thought that?"
"A regime can be killed, empires become decrepit and die, but ideas are like plague bacilli."
"Some kinds of corpses can be sprightlier than the living."
"Just want to visit the whores. You’re interested in harlots, but the future of the nation doesn’t bother you."
"And it’s all over! Finished! They’re cavemen! In twenty years! Cave! Men!"
"And here’s the interesting thing. The route’s the same."
"Maybe she ought to have stayed at her station? Maybe all of us ought to have just stayed at our stations, eh?"
"They could supply an entire high-rise building! Or two! Or three!"
"Artyom scrambled over to the other side and dropped down with his good leg first."
"The tin-plated wings of the wind towers swirled inexorably."
"They built this and went back into the Metro."
"The entire Old Testament was nothing but wars and covert operations."
"The sea was murmuring: fshshshshsh … fshshshshsh …"
"They could see that the wind towers came to an end up ahead."
"Everything was labeled in some kind of gibberish—nothing but abbreviations."
"It means they’ve managed to get round it somehow."
"Because man’s place isn’t under the ground. Because you live in tunnels—they keep you in tunnels. Like worms."
"We don’t have to live here any longer. We can pack up and leave. At any moment. Right now. Go anywhere we like."
"We’re not the only ones who survived. The whole world did. Various cities in Russia. The West."
"Moscow isn’t the only city where people survived. Yesterday at Polis they announced to everyone that there are others."
"But the moment they sit down by a campfire, all they ever do is remember—who had what, the way each of them used to live!"
"We’re not so very different. Us and them. First and foremost Russian people. Stick together. For what? What for."
"People will read it. They’ll learn about you."
"It’s the surface, Natal … There’s air up there. Different. Fresh."
"Ah, fuck everything in this damned Metro with a barge pole! I was ready to croak for all of you, but there’s nobody here worth croaking for!"