You're dead, Cordelia.' No I'm not. 'Yes you are. You're dead. Lie down. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
About no subject are poets tempted to lie so much as about their own lives. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Your friend is intellectually honourable," Jimmy's mother would say. "He doesn't lie to himself. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Every habit he's ever had is still there in his body, lying dormant like flowers in the desert. Given the right conditions,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
It's a feature of our age that if you write a work of fiction, everyone assumes that the people and events in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Once a month I wake in the night, slippery with terror. I'm afraid, not because there's someone in the room, in the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
As William Gibson says, the future is already here but it's lumpy. It's unevenly distributed. Some people are already living this, the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Soon it will be daybreak. Soon the day will break. I can't stop it from breaking in the same way it always… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
A wave of blood goes up to my head, my stomach shrinks together, as if something dangerous has just missed hitting me.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Plato said that poets should be excluded from the ideal republic because they are such liars. I am a poet, and I… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
But remember that forgiveness too is a power. To beg for it is a power, and to withhold or bestow it is… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The temptation is to stay inside; to subside into the kind of recluse whom neighborhood children regard with derision and little awe;… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I have always known that there were spellbinding evil parts for women. For one thing, I was taken at an early age… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Every ending is arbitrary, because the end is where you write The end. A period, a dot of punctuation, a point of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Books are frozen voices, in the same way that musical scores are frozen music. The score is a way of transmitting the… — 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
