I would not change [my past work] anymore than I would airbrush a photo of myself. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I have them, these attacks of the past, like faintness, a wave sweeping over my head.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Without the protection of surliness and levity, all children would be crushed by the past—the past of others, loaded onto their shoulders.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Time folds you in its arms and gives you one last kiss, and then it flattens you out and folds you up… — 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
All writers must go from now to once a upon a time; all must go from here to there; all must descend… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“All writers must go from now to once upon a time; all must take care not to be captured and held immobile… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
He doesn't know which is worse, a past he can't regain or a present that will destroy him if he looks at… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Toast was a pointless invention from the Dark Ages. Toast was an implement of torture that caused all those subjected to it… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
It had helped to keep her sane, that writing. Then, when time had begun again and real people had entered it, she'd… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
So Crake never remembered his dreams. It's Snowman that remembers them instead. Worse than remembers: he's immersed in them, he'd wading through… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The past no longer belongs only to those who once lived it; the past belongs to those who claim it, and are… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I'm a refugee from the past, and like other refugees I go over the customs and habits of being I've left or… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“UP You wake up filled with dread. There seems no reason for it. Morning light sifts through the window, there is birdsong,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Walking along past the store windows, into which she peers with her usual eagerness, her usual sense that maybe, today, she will… — 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
Our biggest technology that we ever, ever invented was articulated language with built-out grammar. It is that that allows us to imagine… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
History, as I recall, was never this winsome, and especially not this clean, but the real thing would never sell: most people… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
As soon as you have a language that has a past tense and a future tense you're going to say, 'Where did… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
God gave unto the Animals A wisdom past our power to see: Each knows innately how to live, Which we must learn… — 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