“That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The act of making a photograph is less a question of what is being looked at than how. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Nobody dies from the lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But something had shifted, some balance. I felt shrunken, so that when he put his arms around me, gathering me up, I… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The stains on the mattress. Like dried flower petals. Not recent. Old love; there's no other kind of love in this room… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Where were we? I've forgotten. He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever. Right. Yes. The usual choices.” — margaret atwood Copy Share Image
It's only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all. When you're telling it, to yourself or to someone else. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The Eskimos have 52 words for snow because it is so special to them; there ought to be as many for love. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“There are to be no toeholds for love. We are two-legged wombs, that’s all: sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Falling in love, although it resulted in altered body chemistry and was therefore real, was a hormonally induced delusional state.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Love was merely a tool, smiles were another tool, they were both just tools for accomplishing certain ends. No magic, merely chemicals.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But also I’m hungry. This is monstrous, but nevertheless it’s true. Death makes me hungry. Maybe it’s because I’ve been emptied; or… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Some will tell you Love is merely chemical, my friends, said Adam one. Of course it is chemical: where would any of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“They’d done it for love, because that was the effect love had on you. It snuck up on you, it grabbed hold… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“You should not be sad," he said, gazing at me with his melancholy, leathery walrus eyes. "It must be the love. But… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I could see how you could do extreme things for the person you loved. Adam One said that when you loved a… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The poems that used to entrance me in the days of Miss Violence now struck me as overdone and sickly. Alas, burthen,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I can tell you're admiring my febrility. I know it's appealing, I practice at it; every woman loves an invalid. But be… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“It was not love, although her rich beauty was a madness to him; nor horror, even while he fancied her spirit to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“ Variation on the Word Sleep I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Falling in love, although it resulted in altered body chemistry and was therefore real, was a hormonally induced delusional state, according to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“were falling women. We believed in it, this downward motion: so lovely, like flying, and yet at the same time so dire,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“An old walrus-faced waiter attended to me; he had the knack of pouring the coffee and the hot milk from two jugs,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
We'll choose knowledge no matter what, we'll maim ourselves in the process, we'll stick our hands into the flames for it if… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
All Creatures know that some must die That all the rest may take and eat; Sooner or later, all transform Their blood… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But this is wrong, nobody dies from lack of sex. It’s lack of love we die from. There’s” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I would not change [my past work] anymore than I would airbrush a photo of myself. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Men and women tried each other on, casually, like suits, rejecting whatever did not fit.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Love was like a steamroller. There was no avoiding it; it went over you and you came out flat. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But maybe he was destructive by nature since he messed up every girl he touched” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
No one knows what cuases an outer landscape to become an inner one. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love. — 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