“I grew sodden with light; my skin on the inside glowed a dull red.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“It's old light, and there's not much of it. But it is enough to see by.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The heart with letters on it shining like a light bulb through the trim hole painted in the chest, art history. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I cannot tell you what the light is, but I can tell you what it is not.… What is the motive of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Stick a shovel in the ground almost anywhere and some horrible thing or other will come to light.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Stick a shovel into the ground almost anywhere and some horrible thing or other will come to light. Good for trade, we… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“No more photos. Surely there are enough. No more shadows of myself thrown by light onto pieces of paper, onto squares of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I believe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I don’t even close my eyes. Out there or inside my head, it’s an equal darkness. Or light.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The darkness is really out there. It's not something that's in my head, just. It's in my work because it's in the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Thinking he knows can be a trap. An ex-professor once told him he had a diamond-hard intellect and he’d been flattered at… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. If you can bend space you can bend time… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The road to death is a lonely highway, and longer than it apears, even when it leads straight down from the scaffold,… — 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 believe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Our problem right now is that we're so specialized that if the lights go out, there are a huge number of people… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
We want to get there faster. Get where? Wherever we are not. But a human soul can only go as fast as… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
No more photos. Surely there are enough. No more shadows of myself thrown by light onto pieces of paper, onto squares of… — 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
But we still find the world astounding, we can't get enough of it; even as it shrivels, even as its many lights… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I wish this story were different. I wish it were more civilized. I wish it showed me in a better light, if… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling… — 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
