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
“I am alive, I live, I breathe, I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But how can she ever get out of it, her life, except through him?” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She's against it on principle, and life isn't run on principles but by adjustments” — 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
Science and fiction both begin with similar questions: What if? Why? How does it all work? But they focus on different areas… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Maybe the life I think I'm living is a paranoid delusion...Sanity is a valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I do have a life,' says Charis, blinking wet eyes. 'You have a rich inner life,' says Tony firmly. 'More than most.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“By telling you anything at all I’m at least believing in you, I believe you’re there, I believe you into being. Because… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
But my dreaming self refuses to be consoled. It continues to wander, aimless, homeless, alone. It cannot be convinced of its safety… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
So this was the rest of his life. It felt like a party to which he'd been invited, but at an address… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Apart from all this, I do of course have a real life. I sometimes have trouble believing in it, because it doesn't… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I keep on going with this sad and hungry and sordid, this limping and mutilated story, because after all I want you… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The stories the children whispered to one another - while they sat weaving their endless carpets, while they could still see -… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
This has been her problem all her life: picturing other people's responses. She's too good at it. She can picture the response… — 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
“She expected too much from me, I felt. She expected me to vindicate her life for her, and the choices she'd made.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
In Shakespeare Saved My Life, [author Laura Bates] said she got better papers from [prisoners] than she got from people in her… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
All observations of life are harsh, because life is. I lament that fact, but I cannot change it. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Things that are falling apart encourage me: whatever else, I’m in better shape than they are.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Although he doesn't know it yet, she isn't his real life. But he is hers. This is painful.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But people will do anything rather than admit that their lives have no meaning. No” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
To take that risk, to offer life and remain alive, open yourself like this and become whole. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“It seems to her that most of what she's done in her life has been of this ilk. Projects, ultimately inconsequential. Who… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I wasn't even sure I wanted a man in my life again; by that time I'd exhausted the notion that the answer… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Life Stories: Why hunger for these? One, it fits a hunger. Maybe it is more like bossiness. Maybe we just want to… — 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
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
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
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
“He could never get used to her, she was fresh every time, she was a casketful of secrets. Any moment now she… — 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
And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“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
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
“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
“There is indeed something delightful about being able to combine obedience and disobedience in the same act.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“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
Once you publish a book, it is out of your control. You cannot dictate how people read it. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. We were waiting,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“She knows she's deceiving herself about that, but she prefers to deceive herself. She desperately needs to believe such pure joy is still possible.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share