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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2126715 | Why on earth declutter when you can just shrinkwrap? | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 2df066b | You love the bitch from hell? Well then, you must be nuts. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 92228d9 | But... we'll always have Paris." I pause, thinking this through. "At least, you'll have it. And you can tell me about it." -- | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| f0b74e6 | You remember that Christmas when they got ill?" Mum says presently. "The year they were about two and three? Remember? And got poo all over their Christmas stockings, and it was everywhere, and we said, "It has to get easier than this"?" "I remember." "We were cleaning it all up and we kept saying to each other, "When they get older, it'll get easier." Remember?" "I do." Dad looks fondly at her. " Well bring back the poo." Mum begins to lau.. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 51a60e5 | I never realized he was such a good actor. He should go into politics. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| f03b04b | Something tells me organizing a protest against your husband's client has got to be even worse than selling his Tiffany clocks. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| a8799af | I feel like I've been on this massive long, lonely journey, and none of my friends could ever understand it, even Natalie. I think I kind of hated them for that. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 67c569c | Should I tolerate it as normal male behaviour, like when he gets a cold and starts Googling ? | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| eb66706 | My life burned inside me. Even such as it was, it was the only record of me, and it was my only creation, and something in me would not accept that it was insignificant. | Nuala O'Faolain | ||
| c3d582d | You shouldn't do that," said Laura. "You could set yourself on fire." | inspirational life life-lessons | Margaret Atwood | |
| ad0d2ec | A writer's age at the time of a work's composition is never irrelevant. | author relevance writer | Margaret Atwood | |
| ac6e417 | Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 5926ebd | there was little that was truly original or indigenous to Gilead. Its genius was synthesis. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 9afca04 | My hands are out of practice, my eyes disused. Most of what I do is drawing, because the preparation of the surface, the laborious underpainting and detailed concentration... are too much for me. I have lost confidence: perhaps all I will ever be is what I am now. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 6b78863 | oil paints...the look of licked lips. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| fdce5de | I had a boyfriend once who sent me--in a plastic bag, so it wouldn't drip--a real cow's heart with a real arrow stuck through it. As you may divine, he knew I was interested in poetry. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 1807aa3 | Nobody's heart is perfect. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 6f5402c | I try to remember if the past was exactly like this. I'm not sure, now. I know it contained these things, but somehow the mix is different. A movie about the past is not the same as the past | Margaret Atwood | ||
| ded0036 | It was a question now, rather than a statement; a question with no answer. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| d31df23 | Spend this in remembrance of me. | spend | Margaret Atwood | |
| 805a723 | I don't even close my eyes. Out there or inside my head, it's an equal darkness. Or light. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 54e8287 | Girl Without Hands Walking through the ruins on your way to work that do not look like ruins with the sunlight pouring over the seen world like hail or melted silver, that bright and magnificent, each leaf and stone quickened and specific in it, and you can't hold it, you can't hold any of it. Distance surrounds you, marked out by the ends of your arms when they are stretched to their fullest. You can go no farther than this, you think, wal.. | burned girl hands house margaret morning without | Margaret Atwood | |
| 76f2078 | I look up at the ceiling, tracing the foliage of the wreath. Today it makes me think of a hat, the large-brimmed hats women used to wear at some period during the old days: hats like enormous halos, festooned with fruit and flowers, and the feathers of exotic birds; hats like an idea of paradise, floating just above the head, a thought solidified. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| a8ad265 | With a room of his own, a room at the top, he could proffer a temporary refuge to some lovely, fatigued, world-weary, sophisticated, black-turtlenecked, heavily-eyelinered girl he might lure up the stairs into his newspaper-strewn boudoir and onto his Indian-bedspreaded bed with the promise of artistic talk about the craft of writing, and the throes and torments of creation, and the need for integrity, and the temptations of selling out, an.. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 05c48fc | To pronounce the name of the dead is to make them live again, said the ancient Egyptians: not always what one might wish. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 104d587 | If you can't stop the waves, go sailing. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| a47af1d | This murdered girl troubles me. After the first shock, nobody at school says much about her. Even Cordelia does not want to talk about her. It's as if this girl has done something shameful, herself, by being murdered. | girls murder shame women | Margaret Atwood | |
| 4181bb5 | I don't even glance at the herbal teas, I go straight for the real, vile coffee. Jitter in a cup. It cheers me up to know I'll soon be so tense. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 1ca5f57 | Why hyphenate, why parenthesize, unless absolutely necessary? | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 99ee480 | She believed in public service; she felt she had to roll up her sleeves and do something useful for the war effort. She organized a Comfort Circle, which collected money through rummage sales. This was spent on small boxes containing tobacco and candies, which were sent off to the trenches. She threw open Avilion for these functions, which (said Reenie) was hard on the floors. In addition to the rummage sales, every Tuesday afternoon her gr.. | knitting war-effort | Margaret Atwood | |
| c092b55 | I should have known better than to rely on pills. You can't buy unconsciousness quite so cheaply. | unconsciousness | Margaret Atwood | |
| 3ff859f | that's what Hiltler exemplified: not the triumph of evil but the failure of reason. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 17362b6 | A road is a process, not a location. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 5a99eed | Now, it's full night, clear, moonless and filled with stars, which are not eternal as we once thought, which are not where we think they are. If they were sounds, they would be echoes, of something that happened millions of year ago: a word made of numbers. Echoes of light, shining out of the midst of nothing. It's old light, and there's not much of it. But it's enough to see by. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| e81e315 | Their youngness is terrifying. How could I have put myself into the hands of such inexperience? | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 2a12bdf | It must have been then that I began to lose faith in reasonable argument as the sole measure of truth. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 8c56cba | The tension between her lack of control and her attempt to suppress it is horrible. It's like a fart in church. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 2d68ad8 | He'll find out somehow, because journeys end in lovers meeting. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 5fb8ad7 | You'll have to face it, the endings are the same however you slice it. Don't be deluded by any other endings, they're all fake, either deliberately fake, with malicious intent to deceive, or just motivated by excessive optimism if not by downright sentimentality. The only authentic ending is the one provided here: John and Mary die. John and Mary die. John and Mary die. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| dbd8207 | Miranda nods, because she knows that to be true: noble people don't do things for the money, they simply have money, and that's what allows they to be noble. They don't really have to think about it much; they sprout benevolent acts the way trees sprout leaves. | charitable-acts charity nobility wealth wealthy | Margaret Atwood | |
| 0f35fc6 | It is the strict adherence to daily routine that tends towards the maintenance of good morale and the preservation of sanity," he says out loud." | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 77c2459 | I was shut up inside that doll of myself and my true voice could not get out. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 39ec48b | What is believed in society is not always the equivalent of what is true; but as regards to a woman's reputation, it amounts to the same thing. | women | Margaret Atwood | |
| 8fa2c26 | He said, I won't have one of those things in the house. It gives a young girl a false notion of beauty, not to mention anatomy. If a real woman was built like that she'd fall on her face. She said, If we don't let her have one like all the other girls she'll feel singled out. It'll become an issue. She'll long for one and she'll long to turn into one. Repression breeds sublimation. You know that. He said, It's not just the pointy plastic t.. | beauty feminine femininity gender-roles gender-stereotypes girls humor role-models women | Margaret Atwood |