Nevertheless, blood is thicker than water, as anyone knows who has tasted both. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
It's evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The story as told in The Odyssey doesn't hold water. There are too many inconsistencies. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Repeat reading for me shares a few things with hot-water bottles and thumbsucking: comfort, familiarity, the recurrence of the expected. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirling in it, like ink spilled in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The astrologers would tell that the U.S. is ruled by fire and Canada is ruled by water. Short version: You pep us… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Canadians are fond of a good disaster, especially if it has ice, water, or snow in it. You thought the national flag… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave - The water below is as dark as the grave, And maybe you'll… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Time has not stood still. It has washed over me, washed me away, as if I'm nothing more than a woman of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You don't look back along time but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The body is so easily damaged, so easily disposed of, water and chemicals is all it is, hardly more to it than… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Confronted by too much emptiness ... the brain invents. Loneliness creates company as thirst creates water. How many sailors have been wrecked… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
His mouth is on me, his hands, I can't wait and he's moving, already, love, it's been so long, I'm alive in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
If all fossil fuel were to go POOF! tomorrow, the result would be a cataclysmic social upheaval, with food riots, warlords, shutdowns,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Everybody was going along thinking that it was a day like any other day, and bang, down went the Twin Towers. Changed… — 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
Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Then we had the irises, rising beautiful and cool on their tall stalks, like blown glass, like pastel water momentarily frozen in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Every ending is arbitrary, because the end is where you write The end. A period, a dot of punctuation, a point of… — 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
