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Kate Atkinson Biography

Kate Atkinson, MBE (born 20 December 1951) is 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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I am mad, I think. I am mad therefore I think. I am mad therefore I think I am.

Mad, Think, Thinking

Feminism is such an incredibly awkward word for us these days, isnt it? Not to be feminist would be bizarre, wouldnt it?

Awkward, Feminism, Feminist, Incredibly, Word

Hindsight's a wonderful thing. If we all had it there would be no history to write about.

History, Thing, Wonderful, Would Be, Writing

Sylvie's knowledge, like Izzie's, was random yet far-ranging, 'The sign that one has acquired one's learning from reading novels rather than an education.

Knowledge, Like, Novel, Novels, Reading, Reading Novels

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.

Afraid, Alive, Kept, Memories, Pain, Remembering

The past is what you take with you.

Past, Take

I spent four years doing a doctorate in postmodern American literature. I can recognize it when I see it.

American, Four, Literature, Postmodern, Spent, Years

Whatever happens to you, embrace it, the good and the bad equally. Death is just one more thing to be embraced.

Embrace, Embraced, Equally, Good, Happens, Whatever Happens

I feel as if I’m waiting for something dreadful to happen, and then I realize it already has.

Dreadful, Feels, Happen, Realize, Realizing, Waiting

I have been to the world's end and back and now I know what I would put in my bottom drawer. I would put my sisters.

Back, Bottom, Ends, Know, My Sister, World

Because I write fiction, I don't write autobiography, and to me they are very different things. The first-person narrative is a very intimate thing, but you are not addressing other people as 'I' - you are inhabiting that 'I. '

Writing, People, Different, Fiction, Things

They said love made you strong, but in Louise's opinion it made you weak. It corkscrewed into your heart and you couldn't get it out again, not without ripping your heart to pieces.

Strong, Heart, Pieces, Opinion, Ripping

Some people spend their whole lives looking for themselves, yet our self is the one thing we surely cannot lose (how like a cheap philosopher I am become, staying in this benighted place). From the moment we are conceived it is the pattern in our blood and our bones are printed through with it like sticks of seaside rock. Nora, on the other hand, says that she’s surprised anyone knows who they are, considering that every cell and molecule in our bodies has been replaced many times over since we were born.

Hands, Looking, Nora, Rocks, Self, Shes

I did feel when my mother died if anyone was going to haunt me it would be her. And she hasn't, so I think it is possibly the end.

Haunt, Mother, Possibly, Thinking, Would Be

Probably not needing to be published would give me more time to think about a book.

Book, Give, Giving, Published, Think, Thinking

If people believed in eternal damnation they might not be seizing the day quite so much.

Damnation, Day, Eternal, Life, People

Why do cats sleep so much? Perhaps they've been trusted with some major cosmic task, an essential law of physics - such as: if there are less than 5 million cats sleeping at any one time the world will stop spinning. So that when you look at them and think, "what a lazy, good-for-nothing animal," they are, in fact, working very, very hard.

Cat, Fact, Law, Sleep, Stop, Thinking

(although anyone with half a brain must surely be mired in existential gloom all the time)

Brain, Existential, Half, Mired, Time

Oh, God. What was happening to her, she was turning into a normal person.

God, Happenings, Normal, Person, Persons, Turning

The beginning is the word and the end is silence. And in between are all the stories.

Ends, Silence, Stories, Word

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