Your friend is intellectually honourable," Jimmy's mother would say. "He doesn't lie to himself.
Margaret AtwoodFor me the experience of writing is really an experience of losing control.… I think it’s very much like dreaming or like surfing. You go out there and wait for a wave, and when it comes it takes you somewhere and you don’t know where it’ll go.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés writing
Axiom: you are a sea.
Your eye-
lids curve over chaos
My hands
where they touch you, create
small inhabited islands
soon you will be
all earth: a known
land, a country.
Now I can see how that can happen. You can fall in love with anybody--a fool, a criminal, a nothing. There are no good rules.
Margaret AtwoodHis mouth is on me, his hands, I can't wait and he's moving, already, love, it's been so long, I'm alive in my skin, again, arms around him, falling and water softly everywhere, never-ending.
Margaret AtwoodIf I thought this would never happen again I would die. But this is wrong, nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.
Margaret AtwoodWe are a society dying, said Aunt Lydia, of too much choice.
Margaret AtwoodYesterday I went to the doctor, to see about these dizzy spells. He told me that I have developed what used to be called a heart, as if healthy people didn’t have one. It seems I will not after all keep on living forever, merely getting smaller and greyer and dustier, like Sibyl in her bottle. Having long ago whispered I want to die, I now realise that this wish will indeed be fulfilled, and sooner rather than later. No matter that I’ve changed my mind.
Margaret AtwoodHe doesn't understand yet that guilt comes to you not from the things you've done, but from the things that others have done to you.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés guilt
Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.
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