we lived in the gaps between the stories
Margaret AtwoodMots clés life
Instead I will say, "Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers; take me to your deaths." These are worth it. These are what I have come for.
Margaret AtwoodI am like a room where things once happened and now nothing does, except the pollen of the weeds that grow up inside the window, blowing in as dust across the floor.
Margaret AtwoodIn this country you can say what you like
because no one will listen to you anyway
I don't want to look at something that determines me so completely.
Margaret AtwoodAs any bank robber can tell you (Nell would say), the best thing to do when running away is not to run. Just walk. Just stroll. A combination of ease and purposefulness is desirable. Then no one will notice you're running. In addition to which, don't carry heavy suitcases, or canvas bags full of money, or packsacks with body parts in them. Leave everything behind you except what's in your pockets. Lightest is best.
Margaret AtwoodBut it's love that does us in.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés love
Messy love is better than none,
I guess. I am no authority
on sane living.
Mots clés love
The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date.
Margaret AtwoodWhat was in them was promise. They dealt in transformations; they suggested an endless series of possibilities, extending like the reflections in two mirrors set facing one another, stretching on, replica after replica, to the vanishing point.
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