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.
MARGARET ATWOODThe biggest debt is always the government debt; it’s always debt that government has run up on your behalf.
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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It made him feel invisible—not that he wanted to feel anything else.
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I walk away from him. It’s enormously pleasing to me, this walking away. It’s like being able to make people appear and vanish, at will.
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Confronted by too much emptiness … the brain invents. Loneliness creates company as thirst creates water. How many sailors have been wrecked in pursuit of islands that were merely a shimmering?
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I read for pleasure and that is the moment I learn the most.
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Hunger is a powerful reorganizer of the conscience.
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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.
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Better never means better for everyone… It always means worse, for some.
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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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Stick a shovel into the ground almost anywhere and some horrible thing or other will come to light. Good for trade, we thrive on bones; without them there’d be no stories.
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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’m from the generation that had the boys’ door and the girls’ door when you went to school, and you got in big trouble if you went in the wrong one.
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How shrunk, how dwindled, in our times Creation’s mighty seed – For Man has broke the Fellowship With murder, lust, and greed.
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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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In the end, we’ll all become stories.
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