Kate Atkinson
Kate Atkinson
Kate Atkinson, MBEis an award-winning English writer. She won the Whitbread Book of the Year prize in 1995 and, under its new name the Costa Book Awards, in 2013 and 2015 in the Novels category...
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believe mean buddhism
I think about death a lot, I really do, because I can't believe I won't exist. It's the ego isn't it? I feel that I should retreat into a better form of Zen Buddhism than this kind of ego-dominated thing. But I don't know, I mean, I want to come back as a tree but I suspect that it's just not going to happen, is it?
life people seize-the-day
If people believed in eternal damnation they might not be seizing the day quite so much.
cheerful letters would-be
The Grim Reaper, Gloria corrected herself - if anyone deserved capital letters it was surely Death. Gloria would rather like to be the Grim Reaper. She wouldn't necessarily be grim, she suspected she would be quite cheerful (Come along now, don't make such a fuss).
mystery cases fronts
I've always loved mysteries, the something there that you didn't know, and with 'Case Histories' I just decide to make that more up-front.
people retrospect events
Most people muddled through events and only in retrospect realized their significance.
feminist awkward feminism
Feminism is such an incredibly awkward word for us these days, isnt it? Not to be feminist would be bizarre, wouldnt it?
writing names clothes
When I'm writing, my neural pathways get blocked. I can't read. I can barely hold a conversation without forgetting words and names. I wish I could wear the same clothes and eat the same food each day.
past sometimes harder
Sometimes it was harder to change the past than it was the future.
what-if chance wonderful
What if we had a chance to do it again and again, until we finally did get it right? Wouldn't that be wonderful?
pain memories alive
Jennifer had never liked the pain of remembering what had happened, but for Theo it was the pain that kept Laura alive in his memory. He was afraid that if it ever began to heal she would disappear.
way thieves away-from-you
Time was a thief, he stole your life away from you and the only way you could get it back was to outwit him and snatch it right back.
brain half existential
(although anyone with half a brain must surely be mired in existential gloom all the time)
different hardest hardest-thing
Love was the hardest thing. Don't let anyone ever tell you different.
life impossible ends
It wasn't that [he] believed in religion, or a God, or an afterlife. He just knew it was impossible to feel this much love and for it to end.