Once upon a time, novelists of the 19th century, such as Charles Dickens, published in serial form.
MARGARET ATWOODHunger is a powerful reorganizer of the conscience.
More Margaret Atwood Quotes
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In the end, we’ll all become stories.
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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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Fatigue is here, in my body, in my legs and eyes. That is what gets you in the end. Faith is only a word, embroidered.
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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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I read for pleasure and that is the moment I learn the most.
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Victorian literature was my subject at Harvard.
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Canada was built on dead beavers.
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I grew up in the north woods of Canada. You had to know certain things about survival. Wilderness survival courses weren’t very formalized when I was growing up, but I was taught certain things about what to do if I got lost in the woods.
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Maybe that’s what love is, I thought: it’s being pissed off.
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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 best way of being kind to bears is not to be very close to them.
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Show me a character totally without anxieties and I will show you a boring book.
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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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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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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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