In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.Margaret Atwood
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A word after a word after a word is power.Margaret Atwood
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Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye
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The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
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Longed for him. Got him. Shit.Margaret Atwood
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And she finds it difficult to believe — that a person would love her even when she isn’t trying. Trying to figure out what other people need, trying to be worthy.Margaret Atwood
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I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.Margaret Atwood
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Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow.Margaret Atwood
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