Every aspect of human technology has a dark side, including the bow and arrow. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
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
I was unfair to him, of course, but where would I have been without unfairness? In thrall, in harness. Young women need… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I began writing at the age of 5, but there was a dark period between the ages of 8 and 16 when… — 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
The road to death is a lonely highway, and longer than it apears, even when it leads straight down from the scaffold,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I sink down into my body as into a swamp, fenland, where only I know the footing…. I’m a cloud, congealed around… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When you are in the middle of a story it isn't a story at all, but only a confusion; a dark roaring,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Toast was a pointless invention from the Dark Ages. Toast was an implement of torture that caused all those subjected to it… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
In the early fight for women's rights, the point was not that women were morally superior or better. The conversation was about… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east,… — 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
