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    Jim Harrison
    “A movement in the vines startled her and an opossum scurried out, looked at Clare and flopped over in fake death. She had seen this twice before in her garden back home and it was difficult not to draw certain parallels, amusing ones, though if you played dead long enough the act of coming back to life was questionable.”
    Jim Harrison, The Woman Lit By Fireflies

  • #2
    Margaret Atwood
    “Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.”
    Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

  • #3
    Margaret Atwood
    “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.”
    Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

  • #4
    Margaret Atwood
    “But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #5
    Margaret Atwood
    “If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you'd be doomed. You'd be ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

  • #6
    Margaret Atwood
    “Longed for him. Got him. Shit.”
    Margaret Atwood

  • #7
    Margaret Atwood
    “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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