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Margaret Atwood

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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Complicated Evil Sometimes
we lived in the gaps between the stories
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Gap Handmaid Stories Tale
Show me a character totally without anxieties and I will show you a boring book.
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Anxiety Book Character
Canada was built on dead beavers.
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Beaver Built Country People
There’s always something to occupy the inquiring mind.
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Inquiring Mind
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Color Dust Water
There is no fool like an educated fool.
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Educated Emotional Fool People
I was kidnapped by literature at a young age and never wanted to be ransomed.
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Age Literature Young
It made him feel invisible—not that he wanted to feel anything else.
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Feel Invisible Made
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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Island Loneliness Water
Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence.
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Farewell Flesh Shadow
A lot of being a poet consists of willed ignorance. If you woke up from your trance and realized the nature of the life-threatening and dignity-destroying precipice you were walking along, you would switch into actuarial sciences immediately.
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Dignity Ignorance Poetry
The best way of being kind to bears is not to be very close to them.
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Bears Close Kind Way
Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?
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Handmaid Need Tale Waste
Once upon a time, novelists of the 19th century, such as Charles Dickens, published in serial form.
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Century Novelist Once Time Upon
In the end, we’ll all become stories.
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Biography Decade End Stories

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