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.
MARGARET ATWOODI’m a person of whim, and easily distracted. I don’t like multitasking. When I’m doing one thing, I like to do just that thing.
More Margaret Atwood Quotes
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we lived in the gaps between the stories
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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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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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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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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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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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I’m bad at picking heroes.
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Nature is an expert in cost-benefit analysis,’ she says. ‘Although she does her accounting a little differently. As for debts, she always collects in the long run.
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I read for pleasure and that is the moment I learn the most.
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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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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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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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I did not know how to paint or even what to paint, but I knew I had to begin.
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It’s evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.
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In the end, we’ll all become stories.
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