Show me a character totally without anxieties and I will show you a boring book.
MARGARET ATWOODThe heart with letters on it shining like a light bulb through the trim hole painted in the chest, art history.
More Margaret Atwood Quotes
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In the end, we’ll all become stories.
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There is no fool like an educated fool.
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I’m a person of whim, and easily distracted. I don’t like multitasking. When I’m doing one thing, I like to do just that thing.
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We are silent, considering shortfalls. There’s not much time left, for us to become what we once intended. Jon had potential, but it’s not a word that can be used comfortably any more. Potential has a shelf-life.
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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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It’s evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.
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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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And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional.
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The biggest debt is always the government debt; it’s always debt that government has run up on your behalf.
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Maybe that’s what love is, I thought: it’s being pissed off.
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The way love feels is always only approximate. I would like to be without shame. I would like to be shameless. I would like to be ignorant. Then I would not know how ignorant I was.
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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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It made him feel invisible—not that he wanted to feel anything else.
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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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Too much God and you overdose. God needs to be filtered.
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