Quotes From "Maddaddam" By Margaret Atwood

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The possibility of injury or death was a strong attraction: as the online world became more and more pre-edited and slicked up, and as even its so-called reality sites raised questions about authenticity in the minds of the viewers, the rough, unpolished physical world was taking on a mystic allure. Margaret Atwood
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Had she believed all that? Old Pilar's folklore? No, not really; or not exactly. Most likely Pilar hadn't quite believed it either, but it was a reassuring story: that the dead were not entirely dead but were alive in a different way; a paler way admittedly, and somewhat darker. But still able to send messages, if only such messages could be recognized and deciphered. People need such stories, Pilar said once, because however dark, a darkness with voices in it is better than a silent void. . Margaret Atwood
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Life is warped. I'm just in sync. Margaret Atwood
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But I have already told the beginning, so right now it's the middle. And Zeb is in the middle of the story about Zeb. He is in the middle of his own story. I am not in this part of the story; it hasn't come to the part with me. But I'm waiting, far off in the future. I'm waiting for the story of Zeb to join up with mine. The story of Toby. The story I am in right now, with you. Margaret Atwood
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He would have died soon, but more painfully. Anyway, it was Urban Bloodshed Limitation. First rule: limit bloodshed by making sure that none of your own gets spilled. Margaret Atwood
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So that made me happy but the part that really made me happy was that you wanted me to be happy. That's what Thank you means. Margaret Atwood
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Perfection exacts a price, but it's the imperfect who pay it Margaret Atwood
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The best way of being kind to bears is not to be very close to them. Margaret Atwood
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Gender roles suck, " says Swift Fox.Then you should stop playing them, thinks Toby. Margaret Atwood
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Why is it always such a surprise? thinks Toby. The moon. Even though we know it's coming. Every time we see it, it makes us pause, and hush. Margaret Atwood