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.“

“Maybe I don't really want to know what's going on. Maybe I'd rather not know. Maybe I couldn't bear to know. The Fall was a fall from innocence to knowledge.”

“This above all, to refuse to be a victim. Unless I can do that I can do nothing.”

“I am alive, I live, I breathe, I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight.”

“Craziness was considered funny, like all other things that were in reality frightening and profoundly shameful.”

“We shouldn't have been so scornful; we should have had compassion. But compassion takes work, and we were young.”

“Ten days after the war ended, my sister Laura drove a car off a bridge. The bridge was being repaired: she went right through the Danger sign. The car fell a hundred feet into the ravine, smashing through the treetops feathery with new leaves, then burst into flames and rolled down into the shallow creek at the bottom. Chunks of the bridge fell on top of it. Nothing much was left but charred smithereens.”

“The best way of being kind to bears is not to be very close to them.”

“I could end this with a moral,
as if this were a fable about animals,
though no fables are really about animals.”

“I always thought eating was a ridiculous activity anyway. I'd get out of it myself if I could, though you've got to do it to stay alive, they tell me.”

“What a moron I was to think you were sweet and innocent, when it turns out you were actually college-educated the whole time!”

“I would rather dance as a ballerina, though faultily, than as a flawless clown.”

“Like the trains, she's never on time and always departing.”

“Where to start is the problem, because nothing begins when it begins and nothing's over when it's over, and everything needs a preface: a preface, a postscript, a chart of simultaneous events.”

“Because you may think a bed is a peaceful thing, Sir, and to you it may mean rest and comfort and a good night's sleep. But it isn't so for everyone; and there are many dangerous things that may take place in a bed.”

“A prison does not only lock its inmates inside, it keeps all others out. Her strongest prison is of her own construction.”

“These things you did were like prayers; you did them and you hoped they would save you. And for the most part they did. Or something did; you could tell by the fact that you were still alive.”

“By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, I believe you're there, I believe you into being. Because I'm telling you this story I will your existence. I tell, therefore you are.”

“I walk away from him. It's enormously pleasing to me, this walking away. It's like being able to make people appear and vanish, at will.”

“She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory.”

“The animals have no need for speech, why talk when you are a word.”

“Without the protection of surliness and levity, all children would be crushed by the past—the past of others, loaded onto their shoulders. Selfishness is their saving grace.”

“I used to think of my body as an instrument, of pleasure, or a means of transportation, or an implement for the accomplishment of my will.”

“I am certain that a Sewing Machine would relieve as much human suffering as a hundred Lunatic Asylums, and possibly a good deal more.”

“I thought my heart was pure. We do like to have such good opinions of our own motives when we're about to do something harmful, to someone else.”

“You might even provide a Heaven for them. We need You for that. Hell we can make for ourselves.”

“But maybe boredom is erotic, when women do it, for men.”

“There’s only so long you can feel sorry for a person before you come to feel that their affliction is an act of malice committed by them against you.”

“Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering Mine! Mine!”

“All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate.”