Debt . . . . that peculiar nexus where money, narrative or story, and religious belief intersect, often with explosive force.
Margaret AtwoodHe’s a young man, my own age or a little older, which is young for a man although not for a woman, as at my age a woman is an old maid but a man is not an old bachelor until he’s fifty, and even then there’s still hope for the ladies, as Mary Whitney used to say.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés sexism
Glenn used to say the reason you can't really imagine yourself being dead was that as soon as you say, "I'll be dead," you've said the word I, and so you're still alive inside the sentence. And that's how people got the idea of immortality of the soul - it was a consequence of grammar. And so was God, because as soon as there's a past tense, there has to be a past before the past, and you keep going back in time until you get to I don't know, and that's what God is. It's what you don't know - the dark, the hidden, the underside of the visible, and all because we have grammar, and grammar would be impossible without the FoxP2 gene; so God is a brain mutation, and that gene is the same one birds need for singing. So music is built in, Glenn said: It's knitted into us. It would be very hard to amputate it because it's an essential part of us, like water.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés scifi religion glenn the-year-of-the-flood
Nature full strength is more than we can take, Adam One used to say. It's a potent hallucinogen, a soporific, for the untrained Soul. We're no longer at home in it. We need to dilute it. We can't drink it straight. And God is the same. Too much God and you overdose. God needs to be filtered.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés scifi religion toby the-year-of-the-flood
The human moral keyboard is limited, Adam One used to say: there's nothing you can play on it that hasn't been played before. And, my dear Friends, I am sorry to say this, but it has its lower notes.
Margaret AtwoodMessy love is better than none,
I guess. I'm no authority
on sane living.
Which is all true
and no hep at all, because
this form of love is like the pain
of childbirth: so intense
it's hard to remember afterwards,
or what kind of screams and grimaces
it pushed you into.
The qualities we appreciate in a character are not the same as those we would look for in a college roommate.
Margaret AtwoodIt was as if they could read each other’s minds. No, not minds: each other’s mindlessness.
Margaret AtwoodA Tennyson garden, heavy with scent, languid; the return of the word swoon.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés flowers sensuality garden
Tell me where it hurts, she'd say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where.
But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling.
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