Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence.
MARGARET ATWOODThe object is very clear in the fight against racism; you have reasons why you’re opposed to it. But when you’re writing a novel, you don’t want the reader to come out of it voting yes or no to some question. Life is more complicated than that.
More Margaret Atwood Quotes
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You can pretty much trace when the big individual indebtedness kicked in, and it was when the credit card became generally available.
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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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The object is very clear in the fight against racism; you have reasons why you’re opposed to it. But when you’re writing a novel, you don’t want the reader to come out of it voting yes or no to some question. Life is more complicated than that.
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Show me a character totally without anxieties and I will show you a boring book.
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There is no fool like an educated fool.
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Better never means better for everyone… It always means worse, for some.
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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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It made him feel invisible—not that he wanted to feel anything else.
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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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Once upon a time, novelists of the 19th century, such as Charles Dickens, published in serial form.
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I didn’t go to school for a full year until I was 12. In the summer I was a wild child in the woods, with no shoes, and in the fall it was back to the city, shoe shops and school.
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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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Canada was built on dead beavers.
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I’m bad at picking heroes.
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we lived in the gaps between the stories
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