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Margaret Atwood

"Gardening is not a rational act."

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"Gardening is not a rational act."

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"Weather means more when you have a garden. There's nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans."

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"I made a photograph of a garden in Kyoto, the Zen garden, which is a rectangle. But a photograph taken from any one point will not show, well it shows a rectangle, but not with ninety degree angles."

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"As the lower parts of the Japanese houses and shops are open both before and behind, I had peeps of these pretty little gardens as I passed along the streets; and wherever I observed one better than the rest I did not fail to pay it a visit."

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"My position is that since the non-secular status of my garden is not recognised by the law; by the world of the public, then the garden can only be private. So, I closed the garden to the public."

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"Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you."

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"Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too."

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"In Japanese houses the interior melts into the gardens of the outside world."

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"Do you think that you shall enter the Garden of Bliss without such trials as came to those who passed before you?"

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"Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade."

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"I was taking something away from her, although she didn't know it. I was filching. Never mind that it was something she apparently didn't want or had no use for, had rejected even; still, it was hers, and if I took it away, this mysterious "it" I couldn't quite define."
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"Falling in love, although it resulted in altered body chemistry and was therefore real, was a hormonally induced delusional state, according to him. In addition it was humiliating, because it put you at a disadvantage, it gave the love object too much power. As for sex per se, it lacked both challenge and novelty, and was on the whole a deeply imperfect solution to the problem of intergenerational genetic transfer."
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"You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself."
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"Perfection exacts a price, but it's the imperfect who pay it."
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"The sun was up, the room already too warm. Light filtered in through the net curtains, hanging suspended in the air, sediment in a pond. My head felt like a sack of pulp. Still in my nightgown, damp from some fright I'd pushed aside like foliage, I pulled myself up and out of my tangled bed, then forced myself through the usual dawn rituals - the ceremonies we perform to make ourselves look sane and acceptable to other people. The hair must be smoothed down after whatever apparitions have made it stand on end during the night, the expression of staring disbelief washed from the eyes. The teeth brushed, such as they are. God knows what bones I'd been gnawing in my sleep."
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