Those who live alone slide into the habit of vertical eating: why bother with the niceties when there's no one to share… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Eating is our earliest metaphor, preceding our consciousness of gender difference, race, nationality, and language. We eat before we talk. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I always thought eating was a ridiculous activity anyway. I'd get out of it myself if I could, though you've got to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Why does the mind do such things? Turn on us, rend us, dig the claws in. If you get hungry enough, they… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
As I was whizzing around the United States on yet another demented book tour, getting up at four in the morning to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
If one of the arguments against eating meat is to do with cruelty and animal intelligence, then lab meat avoids that. There's… — 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
