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7 Margaret Atwood Quotes on Identity

Margaret Atwood quotes on identity

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

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  2. Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.

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  3. I am yours. If you feed me garbage, I will sing a song of garbage. This is a hymn.

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  4. To live in prison is to live without mirrors. To live without mirrors is to live without the self. She is living selflessly, she finds a hole in the stone wall and on the other side of the wall, a voice. The voice comes through darkness and has no face. This voice becomes her mirror.

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  5. Confess: it's my profession that alarms you. This is why few people ask me to dinner, though Lord knows I don't go out of my way to be scary.

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  6. I became a poet at the age of sixteen. I did not intend to do it. It was not my fault.

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  7. My English teacher from 1955, run to ground by some documentary crew trying to explain my life, said that in her class I had showed no particular promise. This was true. Until the descent of the giant thumb, I showed no particular promise. I also showed no particular promise for some time afterwards, but I did not know this. A lot of being a poet consists of willed ignorance. If you woke up from your trance and realized the nature of the life-threatening and dignity-destroying precipice you were walking along, you would switch into actuarial sciences immediately. If I had not been ignorant in this particular way, I would not have announced to an assortment of my high school female friends, in the cafeteria one brown-bag lunchtime, that I was going to be a writer. I said 'writer,' not 'poet;' I did have some common sense. But my announcement was certainly a conversation-stopper. Sticks of celery were suspended in mid-crunch, peanut-butter sandwiches paused halfway between table and mouth; nobody said a word. One of those present reminded me of this incident recently - I had repressed it - and said she had been simply astounded. 'Why?,' I said. 'Because I wanted to be a writer?' 'No,' she said. 'Because you had the guts to say it out loud.'

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