“A voice is a human gift; it should be cherished and used. Powerlessness and silence go together.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
and each of his voices left his body in a different colored soul and floated up towards the sun still singing. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
A voice is a human gift; it should be cherished and used, to utter fully human speech as possible. Powerlessness and silence… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
At the very least we want a witness. We can't stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I am not running for mayor yet. But if it comes to be true that people cannot voice an opinion unless they… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Karen wasn't hard, she was soft, too soft. A soft touch. Her hair was soft, her smile was soft, her voice was… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
We all know that a book is not really a person. It isn’t a human being. But if you are a lover… — 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
You want the truth, of course. You want me to put two and two together. But two and two doesn’t necessarily get… — 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
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
Books are frozen voices, in the same way that musical scores are frozen music. The score is a way of transmitting the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The male frog in mating season," said Crake, "makes as much noise as it can. The females are attracted to the male… — 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
“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
