Politics disappears; it vanishes. What remains constant is human life. So I try to develop a perspective in my writing where politics is just one of the pieces of furniture in this furnished world. It is not the purpose. It… — 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
