He has been trying to sing Love into existence again And he has failed — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“We hugged her to us, she was with us in secret, a giggle; she was lava beneath the crust of daily life.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I won't fatten them in cages, though. I won't ply them with poisoned fruit items. I won't change them into clockwork images… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Already they're the objects of narrow sideways looks, as if they had something to do with it; already they've assumed the cornered,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Sometimes she would cry. I was so lonely, she'd say. You have no idea how lonely I was. And I had friends,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I am afraid of falling into hopeless despair, over my wasted life, and I am still not sure how it happened. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
A suicide is both a rebuke to the living and a puzzle that defies them to solve it. Like a poem, suicide… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I want my father to be just my father, the way he has always been, not a separate person with an earlier,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“UP You wake up filled with dread. There seems no reason for it. Morning light sifts through the window, there is birdsong,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
This is the middle of my life, I think of it as a place, like the middle of a river, the middle… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Why should the other ones in this play get a second chance at life, but not him? Why's he have to suffer… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When you're writing a novel, you don't want the reader to come out of it voting yes or no to some question.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But how can she ever get out of it, her life, except through him?” — 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
But thoughtless ingratitude is the armour of the young; without it, how would they ever get through life? The old wish the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
he might die for her, but living for her would be quite different. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She's wearing jeans and a T, ordinary-enough clothes, though with her inside them they look like silk. Life is unfair, he thinks,… — 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
“My life had a tendency to spread, get flabby, to scroll and festoon like the frame of a baroque mirror, which came… — 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
