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Ann-Marie MacDonald

Ann-Marie MacDonald (born October 29, 1958) is a Canadian playwright, novelist, actress and broadcast host who lives in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. The daughter of a member of Canada's military, she was born at an air force base near Baden-Baden, West Germany. She is of Lebanese descent through her mother.

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The world should not be organized to require heroines, and when one is required but fails to appear, we should not judge.

Appear, Failing, Judge, Judging, Require, World

The thief you must fear the most is not the one who steals mere things.

Mere, Stealing, Steals, Thief, Thieves

It's important to attend funerals. It is important to view the body, they say, and to see it committed to earth or fire because unless you do that, the loved one dies for you again and again.

Fire, Views, Funeral, Earth, Attend, View

Writing is a hellish task, best snuck up on, whacked on the head, robbed and left for dead.

Writing, Tasks, Left, Dead, Hellish

Materia had been just six when they docked in Sydney Harbour and her father said, 'Look. This is the New World. Anything is possible here. ' She's been too young to realize that he was talking to her brother.

Brother, Docked, Father, Harbour, Said, Talking

They are so young, they forget that the world is not as in love with them as they are.

Forget, Knees, World, Young

She's no lady. Her songs are all unbelievably unhappy or lewd. It's called Blues. She sings about sore feet, sexual relations, baked goods, killing your lover, being broke, men called Daddy, women who dress like men, working, praying for rain. Jail and trains. Whiskey and morphine. She tells stories between verses and everyone in the place shouts out how true it all is.

Blues, Everyone, Men, Rain, Song, Women

Depression is anger slowed down; panic is grief speeded up.

Depression, Grief, Panic, Anger, Slowed

Memory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable.

Memories, Nothing, Play, Stories, Story, Tricks

You think you're safe. Until you see a picture like that. And then you know you'll always be a slave to the present because the present is more powerful than the past, no matter how long ago the present happened.

Happened, Long, Past, Picture, Powerful, Thinking

There are some stories you can't hear enough. They are the same every time you hear them. But you are not. That's one reliable way of understanding time.

Enough, Reliable, Stories, Time, Understanding, Way

Do you think there's such a thing as a ghost who masquerades as a person? Do you believe that there are people whose bodies are still alive here on earth but whose souls are already in hell?

Believe, Earth, People, Thing, Think, Thinking

Piece by piece living is hard to do. It may even feel like the hardest thing. But it has this going for it: you never need to know what it is you're carrying on your shoulders.

Carrying, Going For It, Like, Living, Needs, Pieces

In terms of the secrets that imbue and underlie Fall on Your Knees, they were as much of a mystery to me as I was creating the story as they are to the readers.

Creating, Fall, Imbue, Secret, Story, Underlie

Lies like that are not a sin, they are a sacrifice.

Deceit, Lies, Like, Lying, Sacrifice

Hope is a gift. You can't choose to have it. To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain.

Believe, Fountain, Gift, Hope, No Hope

Tell the story, gather the events, repeat them. Pattern is a matter of upkeep. Otherwise the weave relaxes back to threads picked up by birds to make their nests. Repeat, or the story will fall and all the king's horses and all the king's men. . . . Repeat, and cradle the pieces carefully, or events will scatter like marbles on a wooden floor.

Fall, Horse, Horses, Kings, Pattern, Threads

Afterwards, in bed with a book, the spell of television feels remote compared to the journey into the page. To be in a book. To slip into the crease where two pages meet, to live in the place where your eyes alight upon the words to ignite a world of smoke and peril, colour and serene delight. That is a journey no one can end with the change of a channel. Enduring magic.

Book, Compared, Eye, Eyes, Journey