We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy? — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“They are as happy as they can be, given who they are. Though if they'd been different people they might have been… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
These things sneak up on him for no reason, these flashes of irrational happiness. It's probably a vitamin deficiency. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“There will never be another caterpillar just like this one. there will never be another such moment of time, another such conjunction.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The picture is of happiness, the story not. Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out. In… — 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
“There I am, in the Grade Six class picture, smiling broadly. Happy as a clam , is what my mother says for… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Canadians and Americans may look alike, but the contents of their heads are quite different. Americans experience themselves, individually, as small toads… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Gilead was, although undoubtedly patriarchal in form, occasionally matriarchal in content, like some sectors of the social fabric that gave rise to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“That image - of a little child being suffocated, or almost suffocated, by others who thought the whole thing was a game… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“SPRING POEM It is spring, my decision, the earth ferments like rising bread or refuse, we are burning last year's weeds, the… — 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 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
