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The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the

The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.

Margaret Atwood
Truth, Writing, Hands
FaceBook post by Margaret Atwood from Apr 02, 2013

A truth should exist, it should not be used like this. If I love you is that a fact or a weapon?

Margaret Atwood
Truth, Love You, Weapons

The truth, it seems, is not just what you find when you open a door: it is itself a door, which the poet is always on the verge of going through.

Margaret Atwood
Truth, Doors, Poetry
Margaret Atwood (1984). “Second words: selected critical prose”, Beacon Press, 1984

Either I'm alive or I'm dying, she said to Daniel. Please don't feel you can't tell me. Which is it? Which does it feel like? said Daniel. He patted her hand. You're not dead yet. You're a lot more alive than many people. This isn't good enough for Rennie. She wants something definite, the real truth, one way or the other. Then she will know what she should do next. It's this suspension, hanging in a void, this half-life she can't bear. She can't bear not knowing. She doesn't want to know.

Margaret Atwood
Life, Truth, Real
Margaret Atwood (2012). “Bodily Harm”, p.56, Simon and Schuster

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