“I am not mad because I'm a woman... I'm mad because you're an asshole.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The ancestral voices were prophesying war because ancestral voices never shut up, and they hate to be wrong, and war is a… — 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
“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
“Sometimes there would be couples, arm in arm—laughing, happy, amorous. Victims of an enormous fraud, and at the same time its perpetrators,… — 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
“Was she in any way like us? thinks Tony. Or, to put it the other way around: Are we in any way… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“This world is not enough, but it will have to do. You can either hold on or let go.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Stick a shovel in the ground almost anywhere and some horrible thing or other will come to light.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Writing is work. It’s also gambling. You don’t get a pension plan. Other people can help you a bit, but essentially you’re… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Already they're the objects of narrow sideways looks, as if they had something to do with it; already they've assumed the cornered,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Roz is crying again. What she's mourning is her own good will. She tried so hard, she tried so hard to be… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She stubs out her cigarette in the brown glass ashtray, then settles herself against him, ear to his chest. She likes to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“He wants to see, he wants to know, only to see and know. I'm aware that it is this mentality, this curiosity,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She has never been in the presence, before, of two people who are in love with each other. She feels like a… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The poems that used to entrance me in the days of Miss Violence now struck me as overdone and sickly. Alas, burthen,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I wonder which is preferable, to walk around all your life swollen up with your own secrets until you burst from the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She doesn't think it's a good idea to know the future, because you can hardly ever change it, so why suffer twice?” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Mitch looks in her direction. He can't meet her eyes. It's as if she's semi-invisible, a kind of hovering blur.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Already my childhood seemed far away—a remote age, faded and bittersweet, like dried flowers. Did I regret its loss, did I want… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Roz is telling a story. That's what they will do, increasingly in their lives: tell stories. Tonight their stories will be about… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She’s the kind of woman who wants what she doesn’t have and gets what she wants and then despises what she gets.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“If anyone else told her to lower her voice, Roz would know what to do: scream louder.” — 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
