The End of Drum-Time Quotes

“But for them to idolize him they must first believe he was saving them, and for them to be saved he had to first convince them of their evil; the need for forgiveness, for grace, was predicated on the belief in sin, and her father was a merchant like any other, but his trade was the worse for teaching people to despise themselves. He demanded, first and foremost, that you must hate yourself to be loved, he demanded a life of endless prostration for desire you had always had; you must always apologize at his altar, you must always be saved from whom he had made you.”
― Hanna Pylväinen, The End of Drum-Time

“And they liked to say they were very lucky and very blessed by God, but it was always clear they meant they were special. Set not just apart, but above.”
― Hanna Pylväinen, The End of Drum-Time

“Luleå”
― Hanna Pylväinen, The End of Drum-Time

“He was speaking today on Daniel in the lion’s den, and he had come up with a phrase he liked, though he was aware of his own vanity in liking it, and he was repeating this phrase—“and did Daniel, in understanding his own sin, seek to be devoured”—”
― Hanna Pylväinen, The End of Drum-Time

“in the very same breath he forbade them from idolizing anything, he wanted to be idolized, when he cultivated their admiration as carefully as any shepherd, any farmer in the field. But for them to idolize him they must first believe he was saving them, and for them to be saved he had to first convince them of their evil; the need for forgiveness, for grace, was predicated on the belief in sin, and her father was a merchant like any other, but his trade was the worse for teaching people to despise themselves. He demanded, first and foremost, that you must hate yourself to be loved, he demanded a life of endless prostration for desire you had always had; you must always apologize at his altar, you must always be saved from whom he had made you.”
― Hanna Pylväinen, The End of Drum-Time

“The other gift of crisis was the permission it gave to do what one has wanted to do all along—the clarifying burn of crisis gave Lars Levi a reason to flee the cabin and to go out, again, into the wilderness; it gave Brita a day of lying in bed; it gave Willa an excuse to see Ivvár one more time. For the first hour of the trip out to his herd she was sure in her purpose, but when she stopped to rest after the second hour she felt the flimsiness of it: what was she going to say, anyway? She nearly turned around, but the thought of returning to the cabin was too unappealing, and the thought of seeing him was too appealing, and she allowed desire to silence fear.”
― Hanna Pylväinen, The End of Drum-Time

“When Henrik lingered too long at his window, watching her, she ignored it, for this was a gift of crisis, that the small problems were so clearly small, and Henrik was so clearly a small problem.”
― Hanna Pylväinen, The End of Drum-Time

“The weather,” he said, “probably the weather,” and he winked at her. When he winked at her she was forced to face, again, his handsomeness. It overwhelmed her, the wedge of his cheeks, the even line of his teeth. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to bear his children. She wanted to make a mistake, a good and large mistake, she wanted him to be worth a tragedy. “The next trap is empty,” he said.”
― Hanna Pylväinen, The End of Drum-Time

“the sieidi protected anyone from knowing or seeing, because the sieidi knew there lies a boundary to all knowledge, even from what we know of ourselves, which is why afterward Ivvár could not have said, to anyone, much less to himself, what had happened, and he could not have described it, nor did he wish to, he wished only to preserve it and keep it for himself to remember at some unknown moment when the memory would overtake him, and he could return again, briefly, to its bounds. What he did retain, what did appear to him as real, even obvious, was a new fear about what had happened in town. He’d left town well after the others, hearing only briefly from a passerby that Frans had left in the middle of the sermon, but he hadn’t thought about it very much—he’d only wanted to do this—but now he was sure, more sure of than anything, that they weren’t safe. No one was safe, the herd was not safe. It was possible, even probable, he had gone, offered, asked, too late, and it was possible, even probable, that Frans would have his revenge, and the danger was nearly here. He’d been so insistent on doing it all alone, so insistent on no one knowing what he was doing that he’d lost time he’d had no idea was so precious; he’d even walked out to the sieidi instead of skiing, wanting the experience of getting to the sieidi to be more of a trial, but now he regretted this—the snow was not deep but it was still tiring to walk through. He was strong, of course, but his power was all in endurance, he wasn’t built for bursts of speed, so he ran slowly, steadily, his eyes constantly on the sky, on the trees, on the birds—what if they told him something? What if they said, you’re too late? But they told him nothing, or what they told him he couldn’t read, the world was closed to him, as if he had just been told too much. He went to the closest lávvu first, not caring whose it was. It happened to be Anna and Nilsa’s, but he didn’t think what time it was, he didn’t care. Inside Nilsa was gone, and it was just Anna and Risten sitting up, while Mikkol was sleeping. “We have to move the herd,” Ivvár said, “we have to go, now.”
― Hanna Pylväinen, The End of Drum-Time

“Where was her anger, her fury at being abandoned -- the hurt of seeing him walking away from her, knowing he had seen her, knowing he knew she had come here for him ...all of that, where was it? How could it leave so swiftly in his smile? She tried to recall the past ten days, when she had waited to be alone somewhere to cry, to relieve the rough saw of sadness--she thought of that and it bore no relationship to this moment, she wanted to be furious but she was relieved, to be bitter and distant, and reject him as he'd rejected her, but she could see she would go where he went; it wasn't about her pride or her sense of self-determination, because he was a part of her pride and her self-determination, and as she stood there and let him smile at her it was all very clear to her: when she was with him she was happy, and she wanted to be happy.”
― Hanna Pylväinen, The End of Drum-Time