“Toast cannot be explained by any rational means. Toast is me. I am toast.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“What fiendishness went on in kitchens across the country, in the name of providing food!” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Don't eat anything you aren't prepared to kill. Don't kill anything you aren't prepared to eat. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I don't think it's a question of whether you eat meat. It's a question of what kind of meat, and where it… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
While in a vintage restaurant..."the past isn't quaint while you're in it. Only at a safe distance, later, when you see it… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The butter is greasy and it will go rancid and I will smell like an old cheese; but at least it's organic,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I always thought eating was a ridiculous activity anyway. I'd get out of it myself if I could, though you've got to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Those who live alone slide into the habit of vertical eating: why bother with the niceties when there's no one to share… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She liked to eat with her fingers, she hated cutlery. Why put a big chunk of sharp-edged metal into your mouth? She… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Which does a man prefer? Bacon and eggs, or worship? Sometimes one, sometimes the other, depending how hungry he is.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Some bioengineering is good, especially if it results in plants that are more drought-resistant or perennial food crops. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I have a fork and a spoon, but never a knife. When there’s meat they cut it up for me ahead of… — 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
“It has thrown off its disguise as a meal and has revealed itself to me for what it is, a large dead… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Toast is when you take a piece of bread—What is bread? Bread is when you take some flour—What is flour? We’ll skip… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“What is toast?” says Snowman to himself, once they’ve run off. Toast is when you take a piece of bread – What… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Betty's now have a patio garden, where the tourists can sit in the sun and fry to a crisp; it's in the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
If one of the arguments against eating meat is to do with cruelty and animal intelligence, then lab meat avoids that. There's… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Eating is our earliest metaphor, preceding our consciousness of gender difference, race, nationality, and language. We eat before we talk. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“We use butter, I said. When we can get it. Or margarine. A lot of the time it’s margarine. Butter, he said,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The problem is huge. We've just added seventy-five million people to the already large proportion of people in the world who are… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Life Stories: Why hunger for these? One, it fits a hunger. Maybe it is more like bossiness. Maybe we just want to… — 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
