Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
More and more I feel like a letter—deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
It made him feel invisible—not that he wanted to feel anything else. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I tend to feel if people say they're going to do something, they will, if given the chance. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The reader cannot see into your heart. He will know only what you tell him. Make the blind see your words. Make… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But all my love ever came to was a bad end. Red-hot shoes, barrels studded with nails. That's what it feels like,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I feel like cotton candy: sugar and air. Squeeze me and I’d turn into a small sickly damp wad of weeping pinky-red.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Why are we designed to see the world as supremely beautiful just as we're about to be snuffed? Do rabbits feel the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
There are some women who seem to be born without fear, just as there are people who are born without the ability… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Why is it he feels some line has been crossed, some boundary transgressed? How much is too much, how far is too… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Writing is alone, but I don't think it's lonely. Ask any writer if they feel lonely when they're writing their book, and… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Sometimes reactions can be quite surprising: readers like things that you, the author, feel you've barely gotten away with; or they dislike… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
While he writes, I feel as if he is drawing me; or not drawing me, drawing on me - drawing on my… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Walking along past the store windows, into which she peers with her usual eagerness, her usual sense that maybe, today, she will… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I’m not used to girls, or familiar with their customs. I feel awkward around them, I don’t know what to say. I… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Fiction is not necessarily about what you know, it's about how you feel. That is the truth about fiction, and the other… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
At moments like this I envy those who have found a safe haven in which to bestow their hearts; or perhaps I… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The cemetery has ... an inscription: 'Though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death I will Fear No Evil,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I no longer feel I'll be dead by thirty; now it's sixty. I suppose these deadlines we set for ourselves are really… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Either I'm alive or I'm dying, she said to Daniel. Please don't feel you can't tell me. Which is it? Which does… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
There are some women who seem to be born without fear, just as there are people who are born without the ability… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You can wet the rim of a glass and run your finger around the rim and it will make a sound. This… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I feel that the task of criticizing my poetry is best left to others (i.e. critics) and would much rather have it… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Remember,' she'd tell her staff, 'every customer wants to feel like a princess, and princesses are selfish and overbearing. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The way love feels is always only approximate. I would like to be without shame. I would like to be shameless. I… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I feel despised there, for having so little money; also for once having had so much. I never actually had it, of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Like all twenty-one-year-old poets, I thought I would be dead by thirty, and Sylvia Plath had not set a helpful example. For… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
If you feel that there's the author and then the character, then the book is not working. People have a habit of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She has never been in the presence, before, of two people who are in love with each other. She feels 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
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
