To See The Best Before I Have

Everything Might Scatter. You Might Be Right. I Suppose It's Something We Can't Easily Get Away From. People Need To Feel They Belong. To A Nation, To A Race. Otherwise, Who Knows What Might Happen? This Civilisation Of Ours, Perhaps It'll Just Collapse. And Everything Scatter, As You Put It.

I Don't Think It's Any Fun, Even If You Are One Of The Most Respected Authors In The World Like Margaret Atwood, To Keep Being Nominated And Not Win.

I Really Have To Think Of The Things Fiction Can Do That Film Can't And Play To The Strengths Of The Novel. With A Novel You Can Get Right Inside Somebody's Head.

All I Know Is That I've Wasted All These Years Looking For Something, A Sort Of Trophy I'd Get Only If I Really, Really Did Enough To Deserve It. But I Don't Want It Anymore, I Want Something Else Now, Something Warm And Sheltering, Something I Can Turn To, Regardless Of What I Do, Regardless Of Who I Become. Something That Will Just Be There, Always, Like Tomorrow's Sky. That's What I Want Now, And I Think It's What You Should Want Too. But It Will Be Too Late Soon. We'll Become Too Set To Change. If We Don't Take Our Chance Now, Another May Never Come For Either Of Us.

It Didn't Hurt, Did It? When I Hit You?" "sure. Fractured Skull. Concussion, The Lot..." "but Seriously, Kath. No Hard Feelings, Right? I'm Awfully Sorry. I Honestly Am.