You can pretty much trace when the big individual indebtedness kicked in, and it was when the credit card became generally available.
MARGARET ATWOODImmortality,’ said Crake, ‘ is a concept. If you take ‘mortality’ as being, not death, but the foreknowledge of it and the fear of it, then ‘immortality’ is the absence of such fear. Babies are immortal. Edit out the fear, and you’ll be.
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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Better never means better for everyone… It always means worse, for some.
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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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It made him feel invisible—not that he wanted to feel anything else.
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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 was kidnapped by literature at a young age and never wanted to be ransomed.
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Canada was built on dead beavers.
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I did not know how to paint or even what to paint, but I knew I had to begin.
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I didn’t go to school for a full year until I was 12. In the summer I was a wild child in the woods, with no shoes, and in the fall it was back to the city, shoe shops and school.
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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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Hunger is a powerful reorganizer of the conscience.
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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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Although from you I far must roam, do not be broken hearted. We two, who in the souls are one, are never truly parted.
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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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