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Margaret Atwood

"They seemed to be able to choose. We seemed to be able to choose, then. We were a society dying of too much choice."

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"They seemed to be able to choose. We seemed to be able to choose, then. We were a society dying of too much choice."

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"The morals of societies are defined by how they treat a strange woman."

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"If God fairness, impartiality, equity, are his essence, that should become dominant in any society."

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"I realize that they giggle and I actually laugh, that they show their cleavage and I have none to show, but just so you know, I am also a girl. I'm one of the three wise MEN. And it's gay to think that James Bond is hot."

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"The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal."

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"The 'Wild West' is a good description of law enforcement in the desert southwest USA."

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"The world is "sick" with loneliness in spite of multitudes of people living in it."

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"Measures must always in a progressive society be held superior to men, who are after all imperfect instruments, working for their fulfilment."

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"When I had a look at the lights of Broadway by night, I said to my American friends : "What a glorious garden of wonders this would be, to any who was lucky enough to be unable to read."

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"What is it the I'll want from you? Not love: that would be too much to ask. Not forgiveness, which isn't yours to bestow. Only a listener, perhaps; only someone who will see me. Don't prettify me though, whatever else you do: I have no wish to be a decorated skull. But I leave myself in your hands. What choice do I have? By the time you read this last page, that- if anywhere- is the only place I will be."
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"A Paradox, the doughnut hole. Empty space, once, but now they've learned to market even that. A minus quantity; nothing, rendered edible. I wondered if they might be used-metaphorically, of course-to demonstrate the existence of God. Does naming a sphere of nothingness transmute it into being?"
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"Perhaps they were looking for passion; perhaps they delved into this book as into a mysterious parcel - a gift box at the bottom of which, hidden in layers of rustling tissue paper, lay something they'd always longed for but couldn't ever grasp."
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"If you worked out enough, maybe the man would too. Maybe you would be able to work it out together, as if the two of you were a puzzle that could be solved; otherwise, one of you, most likely the man, taking his addictive body with him and leaving you with bad withdrawal, which you could counteract by exercise. If you didn't work it out it was because one of you had the wrong attitude."
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"Thinking he knows can be a trap. An ex-professor once told him he had a diamond-hard intellect and he'd been flattered at the time. Now he considers the nature of diamonds. Although sharp and glittering and useful for cutting glass, they shine with reflected light only. They're no use at all in the dark."
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"This is what I miss, Cordelia: not something that's gone, but something that will never happen. Two old women giggling over their tea."
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"Every child should have love, every person should have it. She herself would rather have had her mother's love - the love she still continued to believe in, the love that had followed her through the jungle in the form of a bird so she would not be too frightened or lonely."
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"Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out. In Paradise there are no stories, because there are no journeys. It's loss and regret and misery and yearning that drive the story forward, along its twisted road."
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"Home, I think. But it's nowhere I can go back to."
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