“...a book is a delicate friend, a white bird, an exquisite being, afraid of water. Darling things! Afraid of water, of fire, They shiver in the wind. Clumsy, crude human fingers leave bruises on them that'll never fade! Never! Some… — Tatyana Tolstaya Copy Share Image
You read, move your lips, figure out the words, and it's like you're in two places at the same time: you're sitting or lying with your legs curled up, your hand groping in the bowl, but you can see different… — Tatyana Tolstaya Copy Share Image
“And wanting nothing, regretting nothing, Peters smiled gratefully at life—running past, indifferent, ungrateful, treacherous, mocking, meaningless, alien—marvelous, marvelous, marvelous.” — Tatyana Tolstaya Copy Share Image
“...a book is a delicate friend, a white bird, an exquisite being, afraid of water. Darling things! Afraid of water, of fire, They shiver… — Tatyana Tolstaya Copy Share Image
Already the writers are complaining that there is too much freedom. They need some pressure. The worse your daily life, the better your art.… — Tatyana Tolstaya Copy Share Image
If there is a pattern, it will come back - maybe in Russia more than anywhere else, because it has collapsed so many times.… — Tatyana Tolstaya Copy Share Image
Art has nothing to do with politics. It is the freest thing in the world. — Tatyana Tolstaya Copy Share Image
People know that I am a very good author. But they would rather read what I have to say about the next election. — Tatyana Tolstaya Copy Share Image
“Golbuchiks? Golbuchiks are ashes, entrails, dung, stove smoke, clay, and they’ll all return to clay. They’re full of dirt, candle oil, droppings, dust. You,… — Tatyana Tolstaya Copy Share Image
Politics disappears; it vanishes. What remains constant is human life. So I try to develop a perspective in my writing where politics is just… — Tatyana Tolstaya Copy Share Image
