Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“These things are not real. They are phantasmagoria. They were made by dreams, and now that no one is dreaming them any… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“In the dream I said / I should have known / anything planted here / would come up blood” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“clarity of vision that could only have come from being honed on the grindstone of reality.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Instead I will say, "Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“He has a vision of the top of his neck, opening up into his head like a bathroom drain. Fragments of words… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Yet half I seemed to recognize some trick Of mischief happened to me, God knows when— In a bad dream perhaps. Here… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Now she imagines him dreaming. She imagines him dreaming of her, as she is dreaming of him. Through a sky the color… — 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
But my dreaming self refuses to be consoled. It continues to wander, aimless, homeless, alone. It cannot be convinced of its safety… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“In their dreams they touch, they intertwine, it's more like a collision, and that is the end of flying. They fall to… — 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
“By now you must have guessed: I come from another planet. But I will never say to you, Take me to your leaders. Even I - unused to your ways though I am - would never make that mistake. We ourselves have such beings among us, made of cogs, pieces of paper, small disks of shiny metal, scraps of coloured… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands,… — 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
“By now you must have guessed: I come from another planet. But I will never say to you, 'Take me to your… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The newspaper stories were like dreams to us, bad dreams dreamt by others. How awful, we would say, and they were, but… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. Its like the tide going out, revealing… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“ Variation on the Word Sleep I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head. and walk with you through that lucent wavering forest of bluegreen leaves with its watery sun… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“Is that how we lived, then? But we lived as usual. Everyone does, most of the time. Whatever's going on is usual.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
So Crake never remembered his dreams. It's Snowman that remembers them instead. Worse than remembers: he's immersed in them, he'd wading through… — 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 heights, but each one of them is admirably proportioned. Each is sound of tooth, smooth of skin. No ripples of fat around their waists, no bulges, no dimpled orange-skin cellulite on their thighs. No body hair,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
