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
It wasn't so easy though, ending the war. A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far, and settle… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You shouldn't do that," said Laura. "You could set yourself on fire. — 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
If you really want to stay the same age you are now forever and ever, she'd be thinking, try jumping off the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“where painfully and with wonder at having survived even this far we are learning to make fire” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“ Eating Fire Eating fire is your ambition: to swallow the flame down take it into your mouth and shoot it forth,… — 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
