“What we consider real is also imagined; every life lived is also an inner life, a life created.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?” — 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
Messy love is better than none, I guess. I am no authority on sane living. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Now that she’s the carrier of life, she is closer to death, and needs special security.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
For drinking Life there are two cups: The No Cup is bitter, the Yes Cup is yummy -- Now, which one would… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we're still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“As a species we’re pathetic in that way: imperfectly monogamous. If we could only pair-bond for life, like gibbons, or else opt… — 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
“Then they fell from a joyous life in the moment into the anxious contemplation of the vanished past and the distant future.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Gravity works in your life, the notion of free will works in your life, however problematic it may at times be. — 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
“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
“He's heard Unitarianism called a featherbed for falling Christians, but his mother doesn't seem like a woman who has fallen anywhere. (Where… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Jealousy is a very destructive emotion, Adam One used to say. It’s part of the stubborn Australopithecine heritage we’re stuck with. It… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, believe you're there, I believe you into being. Because I'm… — 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
“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
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
“Messy love is better than none, I guess. I'm no authority on sane living. Which is all true and no hep at… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
He has been trying to sing Love into existence again And he has failed — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
he might die for her, but living for her would be quite different. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Orpheus 2 He has been trying to sing Love into existence again And he has failed.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question. — 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
“Luke was in the living room. He put his arms around me. We were both feeling miserable. How were we to know… — 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
Why does the mind do such things? Turn on us, rend us, dig the claws in. If you get hungry enough, they… — 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
“I think that this is what God must look like: an egg. The life of the moon may not be on the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“If it’s a story I’m telling, then I have control over the ending. Then there will be an ending, to the story,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She talks with wolves, without knowing what sort of beasts they are: Where have you been all my life? they ask. Where… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I would like to believe this is a story I’m telling. I need to believe it. I must believe it. Those who… — 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
“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
