Reading: Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead

A couple quotes I really liked from Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead. The setting of southern Poland kind of reminds me of certain parts of Newfoundland:

We left the house and were instantly engulfed by the familiar cold, wet air that reminds us every winter that the world was not created for Mankind, and for at least half the year it shows us how very hostile it is to us.

“You know what, sometimes it seems to me we’re living in a world that we fabricate for ourselves. We decide what’s good and what isn’t, we draw maps of meanings for ourselves. And then we spend our whole lives struggling with what we have invented for ourselves. The problem is that each of us has our own version of it, so people find it hard to understand each other.”