These things you did were like prayers; you did them and you hoped they would save you. And for the most part they did. Or something did; you could tell by the fact that you were still alive.
MARGARET ATWOODI did … learn an important distinction in graduate school: a speculation about who had syphilis when is gossip if it’s about your friends, a plot element if it’s about a character in a novel, and scholarship if it’s about John Keats.
More Margaret Atwood Quotes
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Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?
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The heart with letters on it shining like a light bulb through the trim hole painted in the chest, art history.
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It’s evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.
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Too much God and you overdose. God needs to be filtered.
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Nature is an expert in cost-benefit analysis,’ she says. ‘Although she does her accounting a little differently. As for debts, she always collects in the long run.
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Although from you I far must roam, do not be broken hearted. We two, who in the souls are one, are never truly parted.
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I’m bad at picking heroes.
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Canada was built on dead beavers.
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When any civilization is dust and ashes,” he said, “art is all that’s left over. Images, words, music. Imaginative structures. Meaning—human meaning, that is—is defined by them. You have to admit that.
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Once upon a time, novelists of the 19th century, such as Charles Dickens, published in serial form.
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A lot of being a poet consists of willed ignorance. If you woke up from your trance and realized the nature of the life-threatening and dignity-destroying precipice you were walking along, you would switch into actuarial sciences immediately.
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Vampires get the joy of flying around and living forever, werewolves get the joy of animal spirits. But zombies, they’re not rich, or aristocratic, they shuffle around. They’re a group phenomenon, they’re not very fast, they’re quite sickly. So what’s the pleasure of being one?
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I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
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Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence.
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Maybe that’s what love is, I thought: it’s being pissed off.
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