“The stories the children whispered to one another - while they sat weaving their endless carpets, while they could still see -… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Luke and I used to walk together, sometimes, along these streets. We used to talk about buying a house like one of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, or hug… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
No matter how much you've been warned, Death always comes without knocking. Why now? is the cry. Why so soon? It's the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
This afternoon held that special quality of mournful emptiness I've connected with late Sunday afternoons ever since childhood: the feeling of having… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Here the children have a custom. After the celebration of evil they take those vacant heads that shone once with such anguish… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I spent much of my childhood in northern Quebec, and often there was no radio, no television - there wasn't a lot… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“What are we do to? The child sex trade is not for us: our children are unattractive and rude, and - due… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
He’d developed a strangely tender feeling towards such words, as if they were children abandoned in the woods and it was his… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Children don’t read ‘genres’; they read stories. Below a certain age, they don’t distinguish between ‘true’ and ‘not true,’ because they see… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“When a child, I have played games with a blindfold obscuring my vision. Now I am like that child. Blindfolded, groping my… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But it seems she’d wanted children after all, because when she was told she’d been accidentally sterilized she could feel all the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Some of the old diseases that we think are gone - case in point, measles - are back, now that somebody has… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“You're not my real parents, every child has thought. I'm not your real child. But with orphans, it's true. What freedom, to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“In those timeless years between infancy and, say, seven what is has always been: in that way children inhabit the realm of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Now maybe I wouldn't do it, but I was a child then," said Oryx more softly. "Why are you so angry?" "I… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“That image - of a little child being suffocated, or almost suffocated, by others who thought the whole thing was a game… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
It's a critical fallacy of our times ... that a writer should 'grow,' 'change,' or 'develop.' This fallacy causes us to expect… — 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
“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
