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Procedures for Underground,’ A Soul, Geologically’ by Margaret Atwood

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quotes masterlist

- lucky people should hide. pray the days of wrath do not visit their homes ~ josephine heart

- you said i killed you—haunt me, then!

- so this was how you died; in whispers you did not hear ~ ernest hemingway

- my whole being calls for an act of violence, but i still use velvet gloves ~ anaïs nin

- the gods envy us. they envy us because we’re mortal. because any moment may be our last. everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. you will never be lovelier than you are now. we will never be ever again ~ troy

- i felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way ~ donna tartt

- there is blood everywhere and i am lost in it. i breathe blood, not air ~ kelly cherry

- until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter ~ african proverb

- and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness? ~ charles bukowski

- i keep remembering—i keep remembering. my heart has no pity on me ~ henri barbusse

- i have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. or i can go mad by ricocheting in between ~ sylvia plath

- you sliced me loose and said it was creation. i could feel the knife ~ margaret atwood

- show me an orchard where i have not slept / tell me a time i have not loved ~ dorothy livesay

- trauma sends you letters, without warning, for the rest of your life, usually disguised as something else ~ brenna twohy

- the blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me ~ sean glatch

- we begin in the dark and birth is the death of us ~ antigone?

- i sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief ~ c.s lewis

- love isn’t soft as the poets say. love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close ~ stephen king

- is this all you? mysterious and lucid present and absent at once ~ mahmoud darwish

- i cant exactly describe how i feel, but it’s not quite right. and it leaves me cold ~ f. scott fitzgerald

- artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide ~ donald winnicott

- death is the mother of beauty. and what is beauty? terror. well said. beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. quite the contrary. genuine beauty is always quite alarming. and if beauty is terror then what is desire? we think we have many desires, but in fact we only have one. what is it? to live. to live forever ~ excerpt from the secret history

other language ones:

- veritas nunquam perit. the truth never perishes. ~ seneca

- atrox melior dulcissima veritas mendaciis. the bitter truth is better than the sweetest lies

- post tenebras lux. after darkness (I hope for) light

- eheu. fugaces labuntur anni. alas. the fleeting years slip by

- nihil est incertius vulgo, nihil obscurius voluntate hominum, nihil fallacius ratione tota comitiorum. nothing is more unpredictable than the mob. nothing more obscure than public opinion. nothing more deceptive than the whole political system ~ cicero

- verba volant, scripta manent. words fly away, writings remain

- sic itur ad astra. thus you shall go to the stars

- aut viam inveniam aut facium. i will either find a way or make one

- pedes in terra ad sidera visus. feet on the ground, eyes on the sky

- timendi causa nescire est. ignorance is the cause of fear

- ex nihilo nihil fit. nothing comes from nothing

- natura nihil frustra facit. nature does nothing in vain. ~ leucippus

- imperare sibi maximum imperium est. to rule yourself is the ultimate power ~ seneca

- tempus fugit. time flies. ~ virgil

- fortuna caeca est. fate is blind

- vita somnium breve. life is but a dream

- tempus edax rerum. time, devourer of all things

- vita brevis et ars longa. time short and art long

- omnes una manet nox. one night is awaiting us all

- astra inclinant sed non obligant. the stars incline us, they do not blind us.

- rien n’est éternel. nothing lasts forever

- soif de vivre. lust for life

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