She had her reasons. Not that they were the same as anybody else's reasons. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Love was like a steamroller. There was no avoiding it; it went over you and you came out flat. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The heart of Jesus glowed, because it was holy. Holy things glowed in general. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Now that she’s the carrier of life, she is closer to death, and needs special security.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The heart with letters on it shining like a light bulb through the trim hole painted in the chest, art history. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Why does the mind do such things? Turn on us, rend us, dig the claws in. If you get hungry enough, they… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
But most hearts say, I want, I want, I want, I want. My heart is more duplicitous, though no twin as I… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“And still, what a risk he'd taken. The woman was like an amateur car bomb: you never knew when she would explode… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The reader cannot see into your heart. He will know only what you tell him. Make the blind see your words. Make… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She had an idea, but it was the wrong idea. It was hardly even an idea, just a white idea balloon with… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Moira became, over the years, increasingly versed in such anecdotes. I didn't much like it, this grudge-holding against the past.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But it seems she’d wanted children after all, because when she was told she’d been accidentally sterilized she could feel all the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The imprint left on her mind by the long famished body that had seemed in the darkness to consist of nothing by… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But if Crake wanted her to stay longer on any given night, do it again maybe, she'd make some excuse—jet lag, a… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Home is where the heart is, I thought now, gathering myself together in Betty's Luncheonette. I had no heart any more, it… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“He'd wanted to track down and personally injure anyone who had ever done harm to her or made her unhappy. He'd tortured… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
If it's all instruction, you get annoyed with it and bored, and you stop reading. If it's all entertainment, you read it… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“He could never get used to her, she was fresh every time, she was a casketful of secrets. Any moment now she… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Foreignness is all around. Only in the heart of the heart of the country, namely the heart of the United States, can… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Some days I do appreciate things more, eggs, flowers, but then I decide I'm only having an attack of sentimentality, my brain… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Then we had the irises, rising beautiful and cool on their tall stalks, like blown glass, like pastel water momentarily frozen in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
They are hypocrites, they think the Church is a cage to keep God in, so he will stay locked up there and… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Somebody has been a complete ratbag all their life and they've gotten away with it, and they die happy and rich, we… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Today she wears her habitual expression of strained anxiety; she smells of violets.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She wasn't stupid. She just didn't want to put her neuron power into long sentences.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You might 'write from the heart,' but you'd better polish with your brain. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering Mine!Mine! — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She thought all Janine's snivelling and repentance meant something, she thought Janine had been broken, she thought Janine was a true believer.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
At moments like this I envy those who have found a safe haven in which to bestow their hearts; or perhaps I… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I'm fine," said Pilar, "for the moment. And the moment is the only time we can be fine in.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“Mary: Some call this "Eve's curse," but I think that is stupid because the real curse of Eve was having to put up with… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“The birds were singing around me, but I reflected that the very birds were strangers to me, for I did not even know their… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“Strange how we decorate pain. These ribbons, for instance, and the small hard teardrops of blood. Who are they for? Do we think the… — margaret atwood Copy Share
I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“Back at home they drew the curtains and read, with disapproval, with relish, with avidity and glee - even the ones who'd never thought… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
All fiction is about people, unless it's about rabbits pretending to be people. It's all essentially characters in action, which means characters moving through… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“Simon walks back to the house alone. The night is clear and warm, with a moon, almost full, enclosed in a nimbus of mist;… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“There is indeed something delightful about being able to combine obedience and disobedience in the same act.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“Every time the women appear, Snowman is astonished all over again. They're every known colour from the deepest black to whitest white, they're various… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
Once you publish a book, it is out of your control. You cannot dictate how people read it. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. We were waiting,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“She knows she's deceiving herself about that, but she prefers to deceive herself. She desperately needs to believe such pure joy is still possible.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
