Posts tagged margaret atwood
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies…
the man who never reads lives only one.
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.
(via bring-on-the-night)
Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.
(Source: quote-book)
Whoa whoa whoa stop everything the guy who draws these is a regular at my shop
(Source: puttingmannersonafeminist, via votesaxon)
We still think of a powerful man as a born leader and a powerful woman as an anomaly.
Margaret Atwood
(via somethingofthewolf)
Another belief of mine; that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.
Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (via helplesslyamazed)
Books are frozen voices, in the same way that musical scores are frozen music. The score is a way of transmitting the music to someone who can play it, releasing it into the air where it can once more be heard. And the black alphabet marks on the page represent words that were once spoken, if only in the writer’s head. They lie there inert until a reader comes along and transforms the letters into living sounds. The reader is the musician of the book: each reader may read the same text, just as each violinist plays the same piece, but each interpretation is different.
(Source: bookmania, via loveyourchaos)
Being socially retarded is like being mentally retarded, it arouses in others disgust and pity and the desire to torment and reform.
Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It’s like the tide going out, revealing whatever’s been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you’ve made.
