Once upon a time, novelists of the 19th century, such as Charles Dickens, published in serial form.
MARGARET ATWOODImmortality,’ said Crake, ‘ is a concept. If you take ‘mortality’ as being, not death, but the foreknowledge of it and the fear of it, then ‘immortality’ is the absence of such fear. Babies are immortal. Edit out the fear, and you’ll be.
More Margaret Atwood Quotes
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And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional.
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I’m a novelist, and idle speculation is what novelists do. How odd to spend one’s life trying to pretend that non-existent people are real: though no odder, I suppose, than what government bureaucrats do, which is trying to pretend that real people are non-existent.
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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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we lived in the gaps between the stories
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Show me a character totally without anxieties and I will show you a boring book.
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Immortality,’ said Crake, ‘ is a concept. If you take ‘mortality’ as being, not death, but the foreknowledge of it and the fear of it, then ‘immortality’ is the absence of such fear. Babies are immortal. Edit out the fear, and you’ll be.
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Science fiction is filled with Martians and space travel to other planets, and things like that.
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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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Better never means better for everyone… It always means worse, for some.
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I’m not used to girls, or familiar with their customs. I feel awkward around them, I don’t know what to say. I know the unspoken rules of boys, but with girls I sense that I am always on the verge of some unforeseen, calamitous blunder.
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I did not know how to paint or even what to paint, but I knew I had to begin.
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I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.
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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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There’s always something to occupy the inquiring mind.
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