As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I don’t even close my eyes. Out there or inside my head, it’s an equal darkness. Or light.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The darkness is really out there. It's not something that's in my head, just. It's in my work because it's in the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Possibly, then, writing has to do with darkness, and a desire or perhaps a compulsion to enter it, and, with luck, to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
All fathers are invisible in daytime; daytime is ruled by mothers and fathers come out at night. Darkness brings home fathers, with… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
But in the end, back she comes. There's no use resisting. She goes to him for amnesia, for oblivion. She renders herself… — 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
Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I think of bad news as a huge bird, with the wings of a crow and the face of my Grade Four… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Why can't I believe? she asked the darkness. Behind her eyelids she saw an animal. It was golden colour, with gentle green… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“We can see through all your disguises: the paths of day, the paths of darkness, whichever paths you take - we're right… — 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
“Had she believed all that? Old Pilar's folklore? No, not really; or not exactly. Most likely Pilar hadn't quite believed it either,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
They are hypocrites, they think the Church is a cage to keep God in, so he will stay locked up there and… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“What she read was a series of short connected lyrics, “Isis in Darkness.” The Egyptian Queen of Heaven and Earth was wandering… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Was this a betrayal, or was it an act of courage? Perhaps both. Neither one involves forethought: such things take place in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Pilar hadn’t quite believed it either, but it was a reassuring story: that the dead were not entirely dead but were alive… — 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
