Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Human understanding is fallible, and we see through a glass, darkly. Any religion is a shadow of God. But the shadows of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out. In Paradise there are no stories, because there are… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The weapons that were once outside sharpening themselves on war are now indoors there, in the fortress, fragile in glass cases; Why… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Then we had the irises, rising beautiful and cool on their tall stalks, like blown glass, like pastel water momentarily frozen in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When faced with the inevitable, you always have a choice… As I learned during my liberal arts education, any symbol can have,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Writers are much better behaved nowadays, for a couple of reasons. Once upon a time nobody was thinking of a career, unless… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
We have begun to slam doors, and to throw things. I throw my purse, an ashtray, a package of chocolate chips, which… — 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 have always known that there were spellbinding evil parts for women. For one thing, I was taken at an early age… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When you are in the middle of a story it isn't a story at all, but only a confusion; a dark roaring,… — 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
