Once a month I wake in the night, slippery with terror. I'm afraid, not because there's someone in the room, in the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The temptation is to stay inside; to subside into the kind of recluse whom neighborhood children regard with derision and little awe;… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Because you may think a bed is a peaceful thing, Sir, and to you it may mean rest and comfort and a… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Every night when I go to bed I think, In the morning I will wake up in my own house and things… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Because you are never here but always there, I forget not you but what you look like You drift down the street… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The cat jumps up on the bed and tries to get onto my head. It's his way of telling whether or not… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation. In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy mazes: each… — 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 Image
And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 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
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“There is indeed something delightful about being able to combine obedience and disobedience in the same act.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“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 Image
