Quote by Tatyana Tolstaya Download Open image ““The world may perish, but the meat grinder is indestructible.”” — Tatyana Tolstaya ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Once upon a time, we ate to sustain ourselves. Now food itself is toxic.” — Mark Schatzker Copy Share Image
“The butcher died, and he requested to be cremated. But I don’t want to burn him, because I like my meat medium rare.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“Food is the best substitute for everything, because it does not put up any resistance, but surrenders instantly.” — Jessica Zafra Copy Share Image
“The world is like a machine, there is no extra parts so your are meant to do something, even if you are a little… — Brian Selznick Copy Share Image
“There is no sight more appealing on this planet than a person actually preparing food for the ones they love.” — G.S. Johnston Copy Share Image
“There is absolutely no necessity to learn how to read; meat smells a mile off, anyway.” — Mikhail Bulgakov 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
