If you have to be careful because of oppression and censorship, this pressure produces diamonds. Tatyana Tolstaya More Quotes by Tatyana Tolstaya More Quotes From Tatyana Tolstaya In Russia, people suffer from the stillness of time. Tatyana Tolstaya russiasufferingpeople I don't think people are fools, and I think they deserve a good attitude and smart entertainment. Tatyana Tolstaya smartattitudethinking I have enough energy to insist on saying what I think. Tatyana Tolstaya energyenoughthinking If there is a pattern, it will come back - maybe in Russia more than anywhere else, because it has collapsed so many times. Maybe less so here in the States, because here the society is so young. Tatyana Tolstaya patternsrussiastates Art has nothing to do with politics. It is the freest thing in the world. Tatyana Tolstaya worldart I don't want to deal with big, grand themes in my stories; art has nothing to do with themes. When you deal with themes, you are not creating; you are lecturing. Tatyana Tolstaya creatingstoriesart 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 is not the goal. Tatyana Tolstaya perspectivegoalwriting I am interested in the subject which is Russia. Tatyana Tolstaya subjectsrussia For us, the best time is always yesterday. Tatyana Tolstaya best-timesnostalgiayesterday Already the writers are complaining that there is too much freedom. They need some pressure. The worse your daily life, the better your art. If you have to be careful because of oppression and censorship, this pressure produces diamonds. Tatyana Tolstaya complainingartneeds 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 electionnextpeople You read, move your lips, figure out the words, and it's like you're in two places at the same time: you're sitting or lying with your legs curled up, your hand groping in the bowl, but you can see different worlds, far-off worlds that maybe never existed but still seem real. You run or sail or race in a sleigh--you're running away from someone, or you yourself have decided to attack--your heart thumps, life flies by, and it's wondrous: you can live as many different lives as there are books to read. Tatyana Tolstaya realrunninglying
