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d512561
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she was beginning to emerge from the initial sex-induced coma created by him through
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Margaret Atwood |
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3eac467
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Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it's heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket. ..
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Margaret Atwood |
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There was always that shadowy twin, thin when i was fat, fat when i was thin, myself in silvery narrative...
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Margaret Atwood |
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Lying," says MacKenzie. "A severe term, surely. Has she been lying to you, you ask? Let me put it this way--did Scheherazade lie? Not in her own eyes; indeed, the stories she told ought never to be subjected to the harsh categories of Truth and Falsehood. They belong in another realm altogether. Perhaps Grace Marks has merely been telling you what she needs to tell, in order to accomplish the desired end." --
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Margaret Atwood |
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I would like to be found. I would like to see. Or to be seen. I wonder if, in the eye of God, it amounts to the same thing.
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Margaret Atwood |
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7e0a372
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My mother said Aunt Pauline meant kindly but had standards, which were all very well for those that could afford them.
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Margaret Atwood |
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The truth is that very few understand the truth about forgiveness. It is not the culprits who need to be forgiven; rather it is the victims, because they are the ones who cause all the trouble. If they were only less weak and careless, and more foresightful, and if they would keep from blundering into difficulties, think of all the sorrow in the world that would be spared.
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Margaret Atwood |
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e4017aa
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La grandeza esta en la virtud, no en la venganza
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virtud
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On my Tree of Paradise, I intend to put a border of snakes entwined; they will look like vines or just a cable pattern to others, as I will make the eyes very small, but they will be snakes to me; as without a snake or two, the main part of the story would be missing.
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Margaret Atwood |
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a67bb36
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take your time, leave mine alone
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If anyone else told her to lower her voice, Roz would know what to do: scream louder.
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margaret-atwood
the-robber-bride
loud
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Margaret Atwood |
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f892c69
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Nolite te bastardes carborundorum" [...] "But what did it mean?" I said. "What?", he said. "Oh, it meant 'Don't let the bastards grind you down'. I guess we thought we were pretty smart back then."
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opperssion
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Margaret Atwood |
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he often talked to himself and he was the best conversationalist he knew; [...]
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self-esteem
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Margaret Atwood |
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Pienso en todas las cosas que se han escrito sobre mi: que soy un demonio inhumano, que soy una victima inocente de un sinverguenza que me forzo en contra de mi voluntad y con riesgo de mi propia vida, que era demasiado ignorante para saber comportarme y que el hecho de ahorcarme seria un asesinato judicial, que me gustan los animales, que soy muy guapa y tengo una tez preciosa, que tengo los ojos azules, que tengo los ojos verdes, que teng..
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Margaret Atwood |
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3e0eb9c
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There has to be an "us" because now there is "them"."
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Margaret Atwood |
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There is a silence. But sometimes it's as dangerous not to speak.
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Margaret Atwood |
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There is a little verse I remember from a child: Needles and pins, needles and pins, When a man marries his trouble begins. It doesn't say when a woman's trouble begins.
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Margaret Atwood |
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He slides off into half-sleep and dreams of Oryx, floating on her back in a swimming pool, wearing an outfit that appears to be made of delicate white tissue-paper petals. They spread out around her, expanding and contracting like the valves of a jellyfish. The pool is painted a vibrant pink. She smiles up at him and moves her arms gently to keep afloat, and he knows they are both in great danger.
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Margaret Atwood |
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My letters! All dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which loose the string.... --ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING, Sonnets from the Portuguese, 1850.
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Margaret Atwood |
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but it is my true belief that it was the doctor that killed her with his knife; him and the gentleman between them. For it is not always the one that strikes the blow, that is the actual murderder;
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Margaret Atwood |
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a shocking 40 percent of the population in this region is jobless, with 50 percent of those being under twenty-five. That's a recipe for systems breakdown, right there: for anarchy, for chaos, for the senseless destruction of property, for so-called revolution, which means looting and gang rule and warlords and mass rape, and the terrorization of the weak and helpless.
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Margaret Atwood |
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There is only so much manpower and tax revenue that can be devoted to riot control, to social surveillance, to chasing fast youths down dark alleyways, to fire-hosing and pepper-spraying suspicious-looking gatherings.
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Margaret Atwood |
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Ed, knows power corrupts, they'll have experienced that first-hand. They'll see how I'd be tempted to use my own power for personal reasons. They may not approve of that, but they'll buy
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Margaret Atwood |
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d9bbb9d
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This is the rock garden. In it, the stones too are flowers
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Margaret Atwood |
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When did the body first set out on its own adventures? Snowman thinks; after having ditched its old travelling companions, the mind and the soul, for whom it had once been considered a mere corrupt vessel or else a puppet acting out their dramas for them, or else bad company, leading the other two astray.
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Margaret Atwood |
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He shouldn't have let himself be caged in here, walled off from freedom. But what does freedom mean any more? And who had caged him and walled him off? He'd done it himself. So many small choices.
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Margaret Atwood |
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It was love, after all, that rubbed the skins from their gray cheeks, crippled their fingers, snarled their hair, brown or dull gold. Hate would merely have smashed them.
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Margaret Atwood |
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A river shaped her, smoothed her with sand and battered her against the shore, and she resisted, she is still here.
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Margaret Atwood |
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So true," said Miss Violence, with a sigh. But she sighed about everything. She fit into Avilion very well - into its obsolete Victorian splendours, its air of aesthetic decay, of departed grace, of wan regret. Her attitudes and even her faded cashmeres went with the wallpaper. Laura"
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Margaret Atwood |
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Though it's hard to concentrate on the idea of a future. She's too immersed in the present:
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Margaret Atwood |
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I will say you ... You can mean more than one. You can mean thousands. I'm not in immediate danger, I'll say to you. I'll pretend you can hear me. But its no good, because I know you can't.
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Margaret Atwood |
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what is is, as Grandma Win used to say, and what can't be cured must be endured, and laugh and the world laughs with you but cry and you cry alone.
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Maybe none of this is about control. Maybe it isn't really about who can own whom, who can do what to whom and get away with it, even as far as death. [...] Maybe it's about who can do what to whom and be forgiven for it. Never tell me it amounts to the same thing.
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forgiveness
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Did we make them because we needed to love someone and could not love each other?
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Margaret Atwood |
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a flayed body untangled string by string and hung to the wall, an agonized banner displayed for the same reason flags are.
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Margaret Atwood |
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I don't want to see it. I don't want to look at something that determines me so completely.
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Margaret Atwood |
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Who invented the word love?
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Margaret Atwood |
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But if its a story, even in my head, I must be telling it to someone. You don't tell a story only to yourself. There's always someone.
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Margaret Atwood |
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I have the window seat. In the two seats beside me are two old ladies, old women, each with a knitted cardigan, each with yellowy-white hair and thick-lensed glasses with a chain for around the neck, each with a desiccated mouth lipsticked bright red with bravado... They seem to me amazingly carefree. They have saved up for this trip and they are damn well going to enjoy it, despite the arthritis of one, the swollen legs of the other. They'..
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Margaret Atwood |
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In the moment just before giving, I am loved.
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Margaret Atwood |
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I did not pity her at all. In a way I admired her. I admired her lack of compunction, the courage of her bad manners, the energy of simple rage. Throwing a bag of spaghetti had a simplicity to it, a recklessness, a careless grandeur.
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Margaret Atwood |
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It was hard to believe. The entire government, gone like that. How did they get in, how did it happen? That was when they suspended the Constitution.
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Margaret Atwood |
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This is a reconstruction. All of it is a reconstruction. It's a reconstruction now, in my head, as I lie flat on my single bed rehearsing what I should or shouldn't have said, what I should or shouldn't have done, how I should have played it. If I ever get out of here Let's stop there. I intend to get out
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Margaret Atwood |
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God cannot be held to the narrowness of literal and materialistic interpretations, nor measured by Human measurements, for His days are eons, and a thousand ages of our time are like an evening to Him.
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Margaret Atwood |