Yōko Tawada > Quotes

“I always feel myself being thrust back into loneliness when someone tells me it's cold on a hot day. It isn't good to talk so much about the weather — weather is a highly personal matter, and communication on the subject inevitably fails.”
― Yōko Tawada, Memoirs of a Polar Bear

“Being able to see the end of anything gave him a tremendous sense of relief. As a child he had assumed the goal of medicine was to keep bodies alive forever; he had never considered the pain of not being able to die.”
― Yōko Tawada, The Emissary

“Mold started to grow in my ears because no one ever spoke to me”
― Yōko Tawada, Memoirs of a Polar Bear

“I think hunting used to be important for human survival. Thats no longer the case, but they can't stop. A human being, perhaps, is made up of many nonsensical movements. But they've forgotten the movements necessary for life. These humans are manipulated by what remains of their memories.”
― Yōko Tawada, Memoirs of a Polar Bear

“I abhor the human stupidity and vanity that takes pride in forcing tigers, lions, and leopards to sit nicely side by side. It reminds me of the government choreography that displays brightly garbed minorities in a parade, minorities granted a crumb of political autonomy in exchange for providing an optical simulation of cultural diversity in their country of residence. But wild animals (as opposed to humans) form groups according to species to enjoy specific benefits.”
― Yōko Tawada, Memoirs of a Polar Bear

“With children like this having children of their own, it was no wonder the world was full of children.”
― Yōko Tawada, The Emissary

“Often it sickened me to hear people speak their native tongues fluently. It was as if they were unable to think and feel anything but what their language so readily served up to them.”
― Yōko Tawada, Where Europe Begins

“The tales told by the dead are fundamentally different, because their stories are not told to conceal their wounds.”
― Yōko Tawada, Where Europe Begins

“The concept of human rights had been invented by people who were thinking only of human beings”
― Yōko Tawada, Memoirs of a Polar Bear

“On his youth, Yoshiro had prided himself of always having an answer ready when someone asked who his favorite composer or designer was, or what kind of wine he preferred. Confident in his good taste, he had poured time and money into surrounding himself with things that would show it off. Now he no longer felt any need to use taste as the bricks and mortar fora structure called «individuality».”
― Yōko Tawada, The Last Children of Tokyo

“Your eyes aren't empty mirrors - You reflect human beings. I hope this doesn't make you mortally unhappy.”
― Yōko Tawada, Memoirs of a Polar Bear

“Time could not be compared with any sort of food: nibble at it as greedily as you liked, there was never any less of it. Knut felt powerless in the face of time. Time was a huge ice block made of loneliness.”
― Yōko Tawada, Memoirs of a Polar Bear

“Assuming he had knowledge and wealth to leave to his descendants was mere arrogance, Yoshiro now realized.”
― Yōko Tawada, The Emissary

“The faces around me were flushed from the wine. When jaw muscles relax, the atmosphere becomes relaxed as well. People’s mouths fell open like trash bags, and garbage spilled out. I had to chew the garbage, swallow it, and spit it back out in different words. Some of the words stank of nicotine. Some smelled like hair tonic. The conversation became animated. Everyone began to talk, using my mouth. Their words bolted into my stomach and then back out again, footsteps resounding up to my brain.”
― Yōko Tawada, Where Europe Begins: Stories

“so as not to hurt the feelings of young people who wanted to work but simply weren't strong enough, "Labor Day" became "Being Alive is Enough Day.”
― Yōko Tawada, The Last Children of Tokyo

“Poison often had no taste at all, so no matter how finely honed your palate, your taste buds weren’t going to save your life.”
― Yōko Tawada, The Emissary

“I always see exactly what I've just read.
You see what you've read in the water.
You see it in the sky.”
― Yōko Tawada, Where Europe Begins

“I had always found it unpleasant to have guests in my apartment. They filled up my rooms with strange sentences I would never have formulated in such a way. Today I found the sound of these sentences particularly unbearable. Sometimes I tried to follow only the sense of the conversation so as not to hear the sounds of the language. But they penetrated my body as though they were inseparable from the sense.”
― Yōko Tawada, Where Europe Begins

“Unable to turn back the clock, they let themselves be turned.”
― Yōko Tawada, The Emissary

“But this way I can learn German. I’ll write in German, and you can save
time. No more translations.”
“No, that’s out of the question! You have to write in your own mother
tongue. You’re supposed to be pouring out your heart, and that needs to happen in a natural way.”
“What’s my mother tongue?”
“The language your mother speaks.”
“I’ve never spoken with my mother.”
"A mother is a mother, even if you never speak with her.”
― Yōko Tawada, Memoirs of a Polar Bear

“Die Mauer in meinem Gedächtnis besteht weiter aus den bewaffneten Männern, die bereit waren, nach einer Anweisung auf Menschen zu schießen.
Auf unserem wasserblauen Planeten werden immer wieder neue Mauern gebaut. Wo eine Mauer steht, ist das Leben auf beiden Seiten bedroht.”
― Yōko Tawada, akzentfrei. Literarische Essays

“Some humans claim to be made in God's image - what an insult to God. There are, however, in the northern reaches of our Earth, small tribes who can still remember that God looked like a bear.”
― Yōko Tawada, Memoirs of a Polar Bear

“Adults arrogantly talked about whether food tasted good or not, as if a gourmet sensibility put you in a superior class of people,”
― Yōko Tawada, The Emissary

“People are always saying the humanities are dead so it's strange how many conferences there are.”
― Yōko Tawada, Scattered All Over the Earth

“Once, in the supermarket, I bought a little can that had a Japanese woman painted on the side. Later, at home, I opened the can and saw inside it a piece of tuna fish. The woman seemed to have changed into a piece of fish during her long voyage. This surprise came on a Sunday: I had decided not to read any writing on Sundays. Instead I observed the people I saw on the street as though they were isolated letters. Sometimes two people sat down next to each other in a café, and thus, briefly, formed a word. Then they separated, in order to go off and form other words. There must have been a moment in which the combinations of these words formed, quite by chance, several sentenced in which I might have read this foreign city like a text. But I never discovered a single sentence in this city, only letters and sometimes a few words that had no direct connection to any "cultural content". These words now and then led me to open the wrapping paper on the outside, only to find different wrapping paper below.”
― Yōko Tawada, Where Europe Begins

“She's always hated good-byes and as she got older she hated them even more.”
― Yōko Tawada, The Emissary

“She said, "If we do get married, I probably won't be around much, if that's all right with you." Secretly relieved, he began to think that marriage to someone who was often absent might be bearable after all.”
― Yōko Tawada, The Last Children of Tokyo

“Within my roasting brain cells, the scaps of thought refused to cohere.”
― Yōko Tawada, Memoirs of a Polar Bear

“In a book about Indians I once read that the soul cannot fly as fast as an airplane. Therefore one always loses one’s soul on an airplane journey, and arrives at one’s destination in a soulless state. Even the Trans-Siberian Railway travels more quickly than a soul can fly. The first time I came to Europe on the Trans-Siberian Railway, I lost my soul. When I boarded the train to go back, my soul was still on its way to Europe. I was unable to catch it. When I traveled to Europe once more, my soul was still making its way back to Japan. Later I flew back and forth so many times I no longer know where my soul is. In any case, this is a reason why travelers most often lack souls. And so tales of long journeys are always written without souls.”
― Yōko Tawada, Where Europe Begins

“Human beings hate everything that is unnatural," Michael explained. "They think that bears must remain bears. It's just the same way some people think that the lower classes must remain poor. They would consider anything else unnatural."
"If that's true, why did they build a zoo?"
"Ah, that is indeed a contradiction. But inconsistency is mankind's very nature."
"Now you're fudging."
"You don't have to worry about what's natural and unnatural. Just live your life as you please.”
― Yōko Tawada, Memoirs of a Polar Bear