Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
They spent the first three years of school getting you to pretend stuff and then the rest of it marking you down… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
If you're a woman writer, sometime, somewhere, you will be asked: Do you think of yourself as a writer first, or as… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
A ratio of failures is built into the process of writing. The wastebasket has evolved for a reason. Think of it as… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I meet a lot of readers who first encountered my work in school. And I can only assume there is another group… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Anybody who writes a book is an optimist. First of all, they think they're going to finish it. Second, they think somebody's… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
So Crake never remembered his dreams. It's Snowman that remembers them instead. Worse than remembers: he's immersed in them, he'd wading through… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
at last you, will say (maybe without speaking) (there are mountains inside your skull garden and chaos, ocean and hurricane; certain corners… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
In the First World War, people would be receiving letters from loved ones who had been dead for weeks, and they would… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You can never read your own book with the innocent anticipation that comes with that first delicious page of a new book,… — 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
