The heart with letters on it shining like a light bulb through the trim hole painted in the chest, art history.
MARGARET ATWOODThere’s always something to occupy the inquiring mind.
More Margaret Atwood Quotes
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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.
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Canada was built on dead beavers.
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I was kidnapped by literature at a young age and never wanted to be ransomed.
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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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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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Hunger is a powerful reorganizer of the conscience.
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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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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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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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Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?
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Too much God and you overdose. God needs to be filtered.
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It made him feel invisible—not that he wanted to feel anything else.
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I’m bad at picking heroes.
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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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In the end, we’ll all become stories.
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