I read for pleasure and that is the moment I learn the most.
MARGARET ATWOODI would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
More Margaret Atwood Quotes
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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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If one of the arguments against eating meat is to do with cruelty and animal intelligence, then lab meat avoids that. There’s also the environmental argument for it.
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I was kidnapped by literature at a young age and never wanted to be ransomed.
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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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Too much God and you overdose. God needs to be filtered.
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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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Hunger is a powerful reorganizer of the conscience.
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Don’t misunderstand me. I am not scoffing at goodness, which is far more difficult to explain than evil, and far more complicated. But sometimes it’s hard to put up with.
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The best way of being kind to bears is not to be very close to them.
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Victorian literature was my subject at Harvard.
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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 a novelist, and idle speculation is what novelists do. How odd to spend one’s life trying to pretend that non-existent people are real: though no odder, I suppose, than what government bureaucrats do, which is trying to pretend that real people are non-existent.
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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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Maybe that’s what love is, I thought: it’s being pissed off.
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we lived in the gaps between the stories
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