When I finally went to school I had to adjust to other girls and learn their fiendish ways. Having learnt them, I… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I'm from the generation that had the boys' door and the girls' door when you went to school, and you got in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Pink is supposed to weaken your enemies, make them go soft on you, which must be why it's used for baby girls.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life-sized. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Modesty is invisibility... Never forget it. To be seen - to be seen - is to be... penetrated. What you must be… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Most mothers worry when their daughters reach adolescence but I was the opposite. I relaxed, I sighed with relief. Little girls are… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Point being that you don't have to get too worked up about us, dear educated minds. You don't have to think of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I have periods now, like normal girls; I too am among the knowing, I too can sit out volleyball games and go… — 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
The one good thing to be said about announcing yourself as a writer in the colonial Canadian fifties is that nobody told… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Something is unfolding, being revealed to me. I see that there's a whole world of of girls and their doings that has… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The Three of them were beautiful, in the way all girls of that age are beautiful. It can't be helped, that sort… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Girl Without Hands Walking through the ruins on your way to work that do not look like ruins with the sunlight pouring over the seen world like hail or melted silver, that bright and magnificent, each leaf and stone quickened and specific in it, and you can't hold it, you can't hold any of it. Distance surrounds you, marked out… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“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 heights, but each one of them is admirably proportioned. Each is sound of tooth, smooth of skin. No ripples of fat around their waists, no bulges, no dimpled orange-skin cellulite on their thighs. No body hair,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
