June 14, 2020 Tanya C

He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.

May 20, 2020 Tanya C

Books are a narcotic.

May 11, 2020 Tanya C

The meaning of life is that it stops.

May 5, 2020 Tanya C

A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.

January 26, 2020 Tanya C

Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.

January 3, 2020 Tanya C

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.

October 15, 2019 Tanya C

Writing is prayer.

September 11, 2019 Tanya C

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back.

July 1, 2019 Tanya C

Love is a drama of contradictions.

June 13, 2019 Tanya C

Kill me, or you are a murderer.

March 23, 2019 Tanya C

Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.

February 4, 2019 Tanya C

All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.