Once upon a time, novelists of the 19th century, such as Charles Dickens, published in serial form.
MARGARET ATWOODI read for pleasure and that is the moment I learn the most.
More Margaret Atwood Quotes
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I was kidnapped by literature at a young age and never wanted to be ransomed.
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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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Maybe that’s what love is, I thought: it’s being pissed off.
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There is no fool like an educated fool.
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The best way of being kind to bears is not to be very close to them.
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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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I did not know how to paint or even what to paint, but I knew I had to begin.
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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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Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?
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Hunger is a powerful reorganizer of the conscience.
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I did … learn an important distinction in graduate school: a speculation about who had syphilis when is gossip if it’s about your friends, a plot element if it’s about a character in a novel, and scholarship if it’s about John Keats.
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I walk away from him. It’s enormously pleasing to me, this walking away. It’s like being able to make people appear and vanish, at will.
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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 read for pleasure and that is the moment I learn the most.
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When any civilization is dust and ashes,” he said, “art is all that’s left over. Images, words, music. Imaginative structures. Meaning—human meaning, that is—is defined by them. You have to admit that.
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