Jackmccullough

“I’d strike the sun if it insulted me.”
― Olga Tokarczuk, Flights

“There was a man once, a railway engineer, whose brain was run clean through by a metal rod, but he lived for many more years with that wound; needless to say, this came in quite handy for neuropsychology, as it proclaimed to all and sundry that we exist primarily through our brains. He didn’t die, but he changed completely. He became a different person, as the expression goes. Since who we are is dependent on our brains, let us proceed directly to our left, down the hall of brains. Here they are! Cream-colored anemones in solution, large and small, some brilliant and others that couldn’t count to two.”
― Olga Tokarczuk, Flights

“What use is the following verse, for example, come upon at random one April Friday or December Wednesday: “All the other articles used in the service of the tabernacle, whatever their function, including all the tent pegs for it and those for the courtyard, are to be of bronze” (Exodus 27:19)? How are we supposed to take that? In any case, he said it didn’t necessarily have to be Cioran. There was a challenge in his eyes as he continued: “Feel free to suggest something else.”
― Olga Tokarczuk, Flights

“It’s about a woman on the fringes of high society who refuses the traditional roles assigned to her, finding her own way, a love of her own choosing, and therefore ends up both wealthy and happy in the end.” “So it is a fantasy then?”
― Ariel Lawhon, The Frozen River