Showing posts with label margaret atwood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label margaret atwood. Show all posts

Thursday, September 27, 2012

the well written - margaret atwood

She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.

In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy mazes: each
assignation, each rendezvous, each door and stair and bed. What he said,
what she said, what they did, what they did then. Even the times they
argued, fought, parted, agonized, rejoined. How they’d loved to cut
themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We were ruinous together,
she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?

- Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

By Claire Price

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Sunday, April 29, 2012

on writing - margaret atwood

So much for endings. Beginnings are always more fun. True connoisseurs,
however, are known to favor the stretch in between, since it's the hardest to
do anything with. That's about all that can be said for plots, which anyway
are just one thing after another, a what and a what and a what.

- Margaret Atwood

the well written - margaret atwood

Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a
slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings. Then the
faces themselves, until nothing remains but the general outlines.

- Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye