“What we consider real is also imagined; every life lived is also an inner life, a life created.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“We hugged her to us, she was with us in secret, a giggle; she was lava beneath the crust of daily life.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
To take that risk, to offer life and remain alive, open yourself like this and become whole. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But people will do anything rather than admit that their lives have no meaning. No” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Then they fell from a joyous life in the moment into the anxious contemplation of the vanished past and the distant future.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When you're writing a novel, you don't want the reader to come out of it voting yes or no to some question.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
While in a vintage restaurant..."the past isn't quaint while you're in it. Only at a safe distance, later, when you see it… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we're still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“As a species we’re pathetic in that way: imperfectly monogamous. If we could only pair-bond for life, like gibbons, or else opt… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“It seems to her that most of what she's done in her life has been of this ilk. Projects, ultimately inconsequential. Who… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I wasn't even sure I wanted a man in my life again; by that time I'd exhausted the notion that the answer… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But in life, a tragedy is not one long scream. It includes everything that led up to it. Hour after trivial hour,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“We dangle by a flimsy thread, Our little lives are grains of sand: The Cosmos is a tiny sphere Held in the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
It's a lifelong failing: she has never been prepared. But how can you have a sense of wonder if you're prepared for… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
To live in prison is to live without mirrors. To live without mirrors is to live without the self. She is living… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Mouth to mouth I'm bringing you back to life. Why did you drown like that without telling? What numbed you? What rose… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
This is the middle of my life, I think of it as a place, like the middle of a river, the middle… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
She wasn't ready to settle down, she told her friends. That was one way of putting it. Another was would have been… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
But thoughtless ingratitude is the armour of the young; without it, how would they ever get through life? The old wish the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Things that are falling apart encourage me: whatever else, I’m in better shape than they are.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Although he doesn't know it yet, she isn't his real life. But he is hers. This is painful.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I am alive, I live, I breathe, I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But how can she ever get out of it, her life, except through him?” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She's against it on principle, and life isn't run on principles but by adjustments” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
All observations of life are harsh, because life is. I lament that fact, but I cannot change it. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
For drinking Life there are two cups: The No Cup is bitter, the Yes Cup is yummy -- Now, which one would… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Life Stories: Why hunger for these? One, it fits a hunger. Maybe it is more like bossiness. Maybe we just want to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I do have a life,' says Charis, blinking wet eyes. 'You have a rich inner life,' says Tony firmly. 'More than most.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“By telling you anything at all I’m at least believing in you, I believe you’re there, I believe you into being. Because… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
But my dreaming self refuses to be consoled. It continues to wander, aimless, homeless, alone. It cannot be convinced of its safety… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Science and fiction both begin with similar questions: What if? Why? How does it all work? But they focus on different areas… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Maybe the life I think I'm living is a paranoid delusion...Sanity is a valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Messy love is better than none, I guess. I'm no authority on sane living. Which is all true and no hep at… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I would like to believe this is a story I’m telling. I need to believe it. I must believe it. Those who… — 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
