Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been. — 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
“In the dream I said / I should have known / anything planted here / would come up blood” — 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
“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
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
“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
“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
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
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
“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
“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
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
“ Variation on the Word Sleep I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“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
“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
“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
“I'm fine," said Pilar, "for the moment. And the moment is the only time we can be fine in.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“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
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
“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
“There is indeed something delightful about being able to combine obedience and disobedience in the same act.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“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
Once you publish a book, it is out of your control. You cannot dictate how people read it. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. We were waiting,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“She knows she's deceiving herself about that, but she prefers to deceive herself. She desperately needs to believe such pure joy is still possible.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
