Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead

by Olga Tokarczuk

Of course I had one, but I wouldn’t be able to tell where it was until morning, in the daylight. It’s a feature of torches that they’re only visible in the daytime.

one day we shall all be nothing more than corpses.

Anger makes the mind clear and incisive, able to see more. It sweeps up the other emotions and takes control of the body. Without a doubt Anger is the source of all wisdom, for Anger has the power to exceed any limits.

The prison is not outside, but inside each of us. Perhaps we simply don’t know how to live without it.

‘Why me?’ I asked in an impatient whisper. At this point the man standing closest to me replied firmly: ‘Because you’re a woman.’

‘One has to tell people what to think. There’s no alternative. Otherwise someone else will do it.’