I tried to visualize my jealousy as a yellowy-brown cloud boiling around inside me, then going out through my nose like smoke… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Anything that suffers and dies instead of us is Christ; if they didn't kill birds and fish they would have killed us.… — 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 didn't go to school for a full year until I was 12. In the summer I was a wild child in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
His mouth is on me, his hands, I can't wait and he's moving, already, love, it's been so long, I'm alive in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I am afraid of falling into hopeless despair, over my wasted life, and I am still not sure how it happened. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Maybe I don't really want to know what's going on. Maybe I'd rather not know. Maybe I couldn't bear to know. The… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Falling in love, I said. Falling into it, we all did then, one way or another.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The Fall was ongoing, but its trajectory led ever downward. Sucked into the well of knowledge, you could only plummet, learning more… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Now I can see how that can happen. You can fall in love with anybody--a fool, a criminal, a nothing. There are… — 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
There were no men in this painting, but it was about men, the kind who caused women to fall. I did not… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Falling in love, although it resulted in altered body chemistry and was therefore real, was a hormonally induced delusional state, according to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The world is being run by people my age, men my age, with falling-out hair and health worries, and it frightens me.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
It was like being in an elevator cut loose at the top. Falling, falling, and not knowing when you will hit. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
At the very least we want a witness. We can't stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a… — 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
