
Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead: A Novel

At that point I felt a surge of Anger, genuine, not to say Divine Anger. It flooded me from inside in a burning-hot wave. This energy made me feel great, as if it were lifting me off the ground, a mini Big Bang within the universe of my body.
Olga Tokarczuk • Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead: A Novel
Whenever I pass that way, I always stop a while to admire the constructive cooperation of hands and mind, which in such a trivial thing as firewood expresses the most perfect motion in the Universe.
Olga Tokarczuk • Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead: A Novel
In all these years I have gathered 1,042 dates of birth and 999 dates of death, and my minor research is still in progress. A project without funding from the European Union. A kitchen table project.
Olga Tokarczuk • Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead: A Novel
Studying Horoscopes gave me pleasure, even while I was discovering these orders of death. The motion of the planets is always hypnotic, beautiful, impossible to halt or hasten. I like considering the fact that this order goes far beyond the time and place of Janina Duszejko. It’s good to be able to rely on something totally. And thus: to determine
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We left the house and were instantly engulfed by the familiar cold, wet air that reminds us every winter that the world was not created for Mankind, and for at least half the year it shows us how very hostile it is to us. The frost brutally assailed our cheeks, and clouds
Olga Tokarczuk • Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead: A Novel
Martens are beautiful Animals. I could have them in my coat of arms, should the need arise.
Olga Tokarczuk • Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead: A Novel
First, we each wrote out our own translation, in the trochaic meter more natural to Polish verse,
Olga Tokarczuk • Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead: A Novel
After all, it could just as well not have been. There could have been nothing but grass here—large clumps of wind-lashed steppe grass and the rosettes of thistles. That’s what it could have been like. Or there could have been nothing at all—a total void in outer space. But perhaps that would have been the best option for all concerned.