He has been trying to sing Love into existence again And he has failed — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we're still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
A Paradox, the doughnut hole. Empty space, once, but now they've learned to market even that. A minus quantity; nothing, rendered edible.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
What fabrications they are, mothers. Scarecrows, wax dolls for us to stick pins into, crude diagrams. We deny them an existence of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, believe you're there, I believe you into being. Because I'm… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
It's a lifelong failing: she has never been prepared. But how can you have a sense of wonder if you're prepared for… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But I keep on going with this sad and hungry and sordid, this limping and mutilated story, because after all I want… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we're still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like… — 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
