Маргарет Этвуд цитаты

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„Мы все еще думаем о сильном мужчине, как о прирождённом лидере и о сильной женщине, как об аномалии.“

„Мужчина может написать роман без единого женского персонажа, если не считать квартирной хозяйки или лошади; но женский роман без мужчин невозможен.“

„Ответы, которые дают тебе книги, зависят от вопросов, которые ты задаёшь.“

„Людям почему—то нравится сваливать мусор в такие места, где еще сохранилась природа…“

„Из всех прочитанных мною книг наибольшее влияние на меня оказали «Сказки братьев Гримм».“

„Ручной труд способствовал исцелению духа. Он вычистил комнаты, вымел всю паутину, забрал со склада, где хранил вещи, свои немногочисленные пожитки и перевез их в новый дом.“

„….Меня не занимает шкатулка с красивым рисунком на крышке, - отвечает Дюпон. - Для меня важна лишь музыка. Её извлекает физический предмет, но музыка не является самим предметом. Как сказано в Писании: "Дух дышит где хочет".“

„Чаще всего она будто хотела защитить его от собственного образа, от прошлой себя, чтобы он видел в ней только лучшее. Ей нравилось сиять.“

„Развод, как ампутация: ты остаёшься в живых, но тебя стало меньше.“

„Соединённые Штаты страдают национальной мегаломанией, Канада — шизофреническим раздвоением личности.“

„Каждый миф есть одна из версий правды.“

„Издатели думают лишь о том, чтобы заработать деньги, и если вы пишете хорошо, им наплевать, кто вы — мужчина, женщина, или слон.“

„Я была хорошей машинисткой. В моем колледже умение печатать на машинке считалось вторичным половым признаком, вроде женской груди.“

„Я не думаю, что поэзия выражает чувства. Она пробуждает чувства в читателе, а это совсем другое дело. Как кто-то сказал: «Хочешь выразить свои чувства — плачь».“

„Мы были людьми, о которых не писали в газетах. Мы жили в пробелах и на полях листа. Это давало нам больше свободы. Мы жили в промежутках между историями.“

„Интересоваться жизнью писателя, потому что вам нравиться его книга — все равно что интересоваться жизнью уток, потому что вам нравится фуа-гра.“

“Remember,' she'd tell her staff, 'every customer wants to feel like a princess, and princesses are selfish and overbearing.”

“I am tempted to think that to be despised by her sex is a very great compliment to a woman.”

“The objects I chose were designed to hold something, but I didn't fill them up. They remained empty. They were little symbolic shrines to thirst.”

“We love each other, that’s true whatever it means, but we aren’t good at it; for some it’s a talent, for others only an addiction.”

“The body is so easily damaged, so easily disposed of, water and chemicals is all it is, hardly more to it than a jellyfish, drying on sand.”

“I am afraid of falling into hopeless despair, over my wasted life, and I am still not sure how it happened.”

“But I began then to think of time as having a shape, something you could see, like a series of liquid transparencies, one laid on top of another.”

“Gardening is not a rational act.”

“I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart.”

“What is your favorite word?”
“And. It is so hopeful.”

“The moon is a stone and the sky is full of deadly hardware, but oh God, how beautiful anyway.”

“i sometimes felt as if these marks on my body were a kind of code, which blossomed, then faded, like invisible ink held to a candle. But if they were a code, who held the key to it? I was sand, I was snow—written on, rewritten, smoothed over.”

“Everyone thinks writers must know more about the inside of the human head, but that's wrong. They know less, that's why they write. Trying to find out what everyone else takes for granted.”

“Nevertheless, blood is thicker than water, as anyone knows who has tasted both.”

“It’s a lifelong failing: she has never been prepared. But how can you have a sense of wonder if you’re prepared for everything? Prepared for the sunset. Prepared for the moonrise. Prepared for the ice storm. What a flat existence that would be.”

“Don't misunderstand me. I am not scoffing at goodness, which is far more difficult to explain than evil, and far more complicated. But sometimes it's hard to put up with.”

“Time rises and rises, and when it reaches the level of your eyes you drown.”

“We've learned to see the world in gasps.”

“He stops, looks up at this window, and I can see the white oblong of his face. We look at each other. I have no rose to toss, he has no lute. But it's the same kind of hunger.”

“If you want what's in the package you should at least know how to get the string off, is what I say.”

“Anyway, maybe there weren't any solutions. Human society, corpses and rubble. It never learned, it made the same cretinous mistakes over and over, trading short-term gain for long-term pain.”

“The alcohol smell is on my fingers, cold and remote, piercing like a steel pin going in. It smells like white enamel basins. When I look up at the stars in the nighttime, cold and white and sharp, I think they must smell like that.”

“What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out light?”

“expectation isn't the same as desire”

“Where were we? I've forgotten.
He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.
Right. Yes. The usual choices.”

“You can wipe your feet on me, twist my motives around all you like, you can dump millstones on my head and drown me in the river, but you can’t get me out of the story. I’m the plot, babe, and don’t ever forget it.”

“I tell, therefore you are.”

“Last year I abstained
this year I devour

without guilt
which is also an art”

“Your hand is a warm stone I hold between two words.”