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Margaret Atwood

"It must have been an endless breathing in: between the wish to know and the wish to praise there was no seam."

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Donna Grant

"Life is a luminous halo a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning."

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Donna Grant

"A vast and fiery nuclear furnace launched photons through the reaches of space; they hurtled trillions of kilometers at breakneck speed, then filtered gently into the bedroom as shafts of dawn sunlight."

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Donna Grant

"Air of dustFor a moment I was a storm cloud,All righteous booming thunder;All sharp and pinning,Dazzling.Once the flashing fadedA sizzling prong sprang upwards.I was positively popped.The static situationStruck meNegatively, And I leaked out sulfur on the peopleWho dared hold up the sky.Strong storms are still bonelessAnd mostly all alone."

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Donna Grant

"It must have been an endless breathing in: between the wish to know and the wish to praise there was no seam."

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Donna Grant

"It's too short,' she said, 'ever so much too short.' Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, half-way down, in the darkness, in the shaft which ran from the sunlight to the depths, perhaps a tear formed; a tear fell; the waters swayed this way and that, received it, and were at rest. Never did anybody look so sad."

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Donna Grant

"The flowers were beaten down, their bent-over heads bejeweled with diamond droplets like earring on sad, rich widows."

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Donna Grant

"I've just simply used what I've used because of the great, great expressive potential of it."

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Donna Grant

"So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea."

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Margaret Atwood
"All you have to do, I tell myself, is keep your mouth shut and look stupid. It shouldn't be that hard."

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Margaret Atwood
"Things that are falling apart encourage me: whatever else, I'm in better shape than they are."

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Margaret Atwood
"I shouldn't have taken a vow of silence, I told myself. What did I want? Nothing much. Just a memorial. But what is a memorial, when you come right down to it, but a commemoration of wounds endured? Endured, and resented. Without memory, there can be no revenge."

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Margaret Atwood
"War is what happens when language fails."

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Margaret Atwood
"All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.All of them?Sure, he says. Think about it. There's escaping from the wolves, fighting the wolves, capturing the wolves, taming the wolves. Being thrown to the wolves, or throwing others to the wolves so the wolves will eat them instead of you. Running with the wolf pack. Turning into a wolf. Best of all, turning into the head wolf. No other decent stories exist."

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Margaret Atwood
"The internet is 95 percent porn and spam."

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Margaret Atwood
"And if I talk to him, I'll say something wrong, give something away. I can feel it coming, a betrayal of myself."

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Margaret Atwood
"In my dreams of this city I am always lost."

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Margaret Atwood
"After having imposed itself on us like the egomaniac it is, clamouring about its own needs, foisting upon us its own sordid and perilous desires, the body's final trick is simply to absent itself. Just when you need it, just when you could use an arm or a leg, suddenly the body has other things to do. It falters, it buckles under you; it melts away as if made of snow, leaving nothing much. Two lumps of coal, an old hat, a grin made of pebbles. The bones dry sticks, easily broken."

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Margaret Atwood
"The beginning of Canadian cultural nationalism was not 'Am I really that oppressed?' but 'Am I really that boring?'"

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