The tension between her lack of control and her attempt to suppress it is horrible. It's like a fart in church.
Margaret AtwoodThey did not set out to disappoint their father, not on purpose, but neither did they wish to shoulder the lumpy, enervating burden of the mundane.
Margaret AtwoodShe looks like a very young old person, or a very old young person; but then, she's looked that way ever since she was two.
Margaret AtwoodYou need a certain amount of nerve to be a writer.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés writing-craft
Once in a while, though, he went on binges. He would sneak into bookstores or libraries, lurk around the racks where the little magazines were kept; sometimes he'd buy one. Dead poets were his business, living ones his vice. Much of the stuff he read was crap and he knew it; still, it gave him an odd lift. Then there would be the occasional real poem, and he would catch his breath. Nothing else could drop him through space like that, then catch him; nothing else could peel him open.
Margaret AtwoodSome of the best things are done by those with nowhere to turn, by those who don't have time, by those who truly understand the word helpless. they dispense no thought with the calculation of risk and profit, they take no thought for the future, they're forced to spearpoint into the present tense. Thrown over a precipice, you fall or else you fly; you clutch at any hope, however unlikely; however - if I may use such an overworked word - miraculous. What we mean by that is, Against all odds.
Margaret AtwoodIn ten years, you'll be on a stamp /
where anyone at all can lick you.
One look at a banana and you can tell it came from outer space.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés the-blind-assassin
As Saint Paul says, marry or burn.
Margaret AtwoodToast is me.
I am toast.
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