I no longer feel I'll be dead by thirty; now it's sixty. I suppose these deadlines we set for ourselves are really… — 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
What is it the I'll want from you? Not love: that would be too much to ask. Not forgiveness, which isn't yours… — 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
“(All those paintings of women, in art galleries, surprised at private moments. Nymph Sleeping. Susanna and the Elders. Woman bathing, one foot… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The past is a great darkness, and filled with echos. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You always think, 'Oh, if only I had a little chalet in the mountains! How great that would be and I'd do… — 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
“Of course Crake wasn’t Crake yet, at that time: his name was Glenn. Why did it have two n’s instead of the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“It can't last forever. Others have thought such things, in bad times before this, and they were always right, they did get… — 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
