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?
MARGARET ATWOODThe best way of being kind to bears is not to be very close to them.
More Margaret Atwood Quotes
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It made him feel invisible—not that he wanted to feel anything else.
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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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Science fiction is filled with Martians and space travel to other planets, and things like that.
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Maybe that’s what love is, I thought: it’s being pissed off.
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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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I’m bad at picking heroes.
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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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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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It’s evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.
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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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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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I read for pleasure and that is the moment I learn the most.
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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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Victorian literature was my subject at Harvard.
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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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