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“There were moments when something rose within him, not a thought nor a feeling, but a wave of some physical violence, and then he wanted to stop, to lean back, to feel the reality of his person heightened by the frame of steel that rose dimly about the bright, outstanding existence of his body as its center. He did not stop. He went on calmly. But his hands betrayed what he wanted to hide. His hands reached out, ran slowly down the beams and joints. The workers in the house had noticed it. They said: “That guy’s in love with the thing. He can’t keep his hands off.”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“The basic need of the creator is independence. The reasoning mind cannot work under any form of compulsion. It cannot be curbed, sacrificed or subordinated to any consideration whatsoever. It demands total independence in function and in motive. To a creator, all relations with men are secondary. “The basic need of the second-hander is to secure his ties with men in order to be fed. He places relations first. He declares that man exists in order to serve others. He preaches altruism. “Altruism is the doctrine which demands that man live for others and place others above self. “No man can live for another. He cannot share his spirit just as he cannot share his body. But the second-hander has used altruism as a weapon of exploitation and reversed the base of mankind’s moral principles. Men have been taught every precept that destroys the creator. Men have been taught dependence as a virtue.”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“In his profession and mine you’re successful if it leaves you untouched.�� “How does one achieve that?�� “In one of two ways: by not looking at people at all or by looking at everything about them.�� “Which is preferable, Miss Francon?�� “Whichever is hardest.�� “But a desire to choose the hardest might be a confession of weakness in itself.”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“You know how people long to be eternal. But they die with every day that passes. When you meet them, they’re not what you met last. In any given hour, they kill some part of themselves. They change, they deny, they contradict—and they call it growth. At the end there’s nothing left, nothing unreversed or unbetrayed; as if there had never been any entity, only a succession of adjectives fading in and out on an unformed mass. How do they expect a permanence which they have never held”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“How did you know what's been killing me? Slowly, for years, driving me to hate people when I don't want to hate.... Have you felt it, too? Have you seen how your best friends love everything about you—except the things that count? And your most important is nothing to them, nothing, not even a sound they can recognize. You mean, you want to hear? You want to know what I do and why I do it, you want to know what I think? It's not boring to you? It's important?”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“Do you mean to tell me that you’re thinking seriously of building that way, when and if you are an architect?�� “Yes.�� “My dear fellow, who will let you?�� “That’s not the point. The point is, who will stop me?”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“You’re the most egotistical and the kindest man I know. And that doesn’t make sense.��
“Maybe the concepts don’t make sense. Maybe they don’t mean what people have been taught to think they mean.”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“I'm not afraid anymore. But I know that the terror exists. I know the kind of terror it is. You can't conceive of that kind. Listen, what's the most horrible experience you can imagine? To me—it's being left, unarmed, in a sealed cell with a drooling beast of prey or a maniac who's had some disease that's eaten his brain out. You'd have nothing then but your voice—your voice and your thought. You'd scream to that creature why it should not touch you, you'd have the most eloquent words, the unanswerable words, you'd become the vessel of the absolute truth. And you'd see living eyes watching you and you'd know that the thing can't hear you, that it can't be reached, not reached, not in any way, yet it's breathing and moving there before you with a purpose of its own. That's horror. Well, that's what's hanging over the world, prowling somewhere through mankind, that same thing, something closed, mindless, utterly wanton, but something with an aim and a cunning of its own. I don't think I'm a coward but I'm afraid of it. And that's all I know—only that it exists. I don't know its purpose. I don't know it's nature.”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“It’s so much easier to pass judgment on a man than on an idea.”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“I want you to hear. I want you to know what’s in store for you. There will be days when you’ll look at your hands and you’ll want to take something and smash every bone in them, because they’ll be taunting you with what they could do, if you found a chance for them to do it, and you can’t find that chance, and you can’t bear your living body because it has failed those hands somewhere. There will be days when a bus driver will snap at you as you enter a bus, and he’ll be only asking for a dime, but that won’t be what you’ll hear; you’ll hear that you’re nothing, that he’s laughing at you, that it’s written on your forehead, that thing they hate you for. There will be days when you’ll stand in the corner of a hall and listen to a creature on a platform talking about buildings, about that work which you love, and the things he’ll say will make you wait for somebody to rise and crack him open between two thumbnails; and then you’ll hear the people applauding him, and you’ll want to scream, because you won’t know whether they’re real or you are, whether you’re in a room full of gored skulls, or whether someone has just emptied your own head, and you’ll say nothing, because the sounds you could make—they’re not a language in that room any longer; but if you’d want to speak, you won’t anyway, because you’ll be brushed aside,”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“I think its agreeable to look back occasionally as one's perspective widens and one grows richer spiritually with the years”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“People want nothing but mirrors around them. To reflect them while they’re reflecting too. You know, like the senseless infinity you get from two mirrors facing each other across a narrow passage. Usually in the more vulgar kind of hotels. Reflections of reflections and echoes of echoes. No beginning and no end. No center and no purpose.”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“... he had always wondered why the sensations one felt in dreamas were so much more intense than anything one could experience in waking reality—why the horror was so total and the ecstacy so complete—and what was that extra quality which could never be recaptured afterward; the quality of what he felt when he walked down a path through tangled green leaves in a dream, in an air full of expectation, of causeless, utter rapture—and when he awakened he could not explain it, it had just been a path through some woods.”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“Look,�� said Roark evenly, and pointed at the window. “Can you see the campus and the town? Do you see how many men are walking and living down there? Well, I don’t give a damn what any or all of them think about architecture—or about anything else, for that matter. Why should I consider what their grandfathers thought of it?”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“Толпа может простить что угодно и кого угодно, только не человека, способного оставаться самим собой под напором её презрительных насмешек.”
― Айн Рэнд, Источник

“�� Я думал о людях, которые говорят, что счастье невозможно. И посмотри, как отчаянно они ищут какую-нибудь радость в жизни, как борются за неё. Почему всё живое обречено на страдания? По какому праву от человека требуют, чтобы он жил для какой-то цели, кроме собственной радости? Её жаждет каждый �� всем своим существом. И никто не находит. Странно, почему? Люди хнычут, что не видят смысла в жизни. Некоторых я особенно презираю. Тех, кто ищет какую-то высшую цель, или, иначе, всеобщее благо, и не знает, для чего жить. Они непрестанно ноют, что должны обрести себя. Об этом только и говорят. Кажется, это болезнь века. Открой любую книгу. Всюду слезливые исповеди. Исповедоваться стало достойным занятием. А по моему мнению, это самое постыдное дело.
�� Послушай, Гейл. �� Рорк встал, потянулся и сорвал с дерева толстый сук. Напружинив мышцы, он медленно, преодолевая сопротивление, согнул ветку в дугу. �� Теперь я могу сделать из этого всё что хочу: лук, копьё, трость, поручень. В этом и есть смысл жизни.
�� В силе?
�� В труде. �� Он отшвырнул сук. �� Природа даёт материал, и ты используешь его��”
― Айн Рэнд, Источник

“В абсолютном смысле эгоист отнюдь не человек, жертвующий другими. Это человек, стоящий выше необходимости использовать других. Он обходится без них. Он не имеет к ним отношения ни в своих целях, ни в мотивах действий, ни в мышлении, ни в желаниях, ни в истоках своей энергии. Его нет для других людей, и он не просит, чтобы другие были для него. Это единственно возможная между людьми форма братства и взаимоуважения.”
― Айн Рэнд, Источник

“..любить значит делать исключение.”
― Айн Рэнд, Источник

“Чтобы сказать: «Я тебя люблю», надо научиться произносить Я.”
― Айн Рэнд, Источник

“Why do you write if you have nothing you want to say?�� “To have something to do. Something more disgusting than many other things I could do. And more amusing.”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“He had to choke the knowledge. He had to kill the vision. He had to obey and draw the lines as instructed.”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“Настоящего эгоиста не может затронуть одобрение других. Он не нуждается в нём.”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead