“I am not mad because I'm a woman... I'm mad because you're an asshole.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She doesn't think it's a good idea to know the future, because you can hardly ever change it, so why suffer twice?” — 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
“This world is not enough, but it will have to do. You can either hold on or let go.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Was she in any way like us? thinks Tony. Or, to put it the other way around: Are we in any way… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“If anyone else told her to lower her voice, Roz would know what to do: scream louder.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She’s the kind of woman who wants what she doesn’t have and gets what she wants and then despises what she gets.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Roz is telling a story. That's what they will do, increasingly in their lives: tell stories. Tonight their stories will be about… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Already my childhood seemed far away—a remote age, faded and bittersweet, like dried flowers. Did I regret its loss, did I want… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Roz is crying again. What she's mourning is her own good will. She tried so hard, she tried so hard to be… — 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
“Writing is work. It’s also gambling. You don’t get a pension plan. Other people can help you a bit, but essentially you’re… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She has never been in the presence, before, of two people who are in love with each other. She feels like a… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“He wants to see, he wants to know, only to see and know. I'm aware that it is this mentality, this curiosity,… — 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
“She stubs out her cigarette in the brown glass ashtray, then settles herself against him, ear to his chest. She likes to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I wonder which is preferable, to walk around all your life swollen up with your own secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentence, every word of them, so at the end you're depleted of all that was once as precious to you as hoarded gold, as… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“Mitch looks in her direction. He can't meet her eyes. It's as if she's semi-invisible, a kind of hovering blur.” — 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
“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
“The ancestral voices were prophesying war because ancestral voices never shut up, and they hate to be wrong, and war is a… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She had an idea, but it was the wrong idea. It was hardly even an idea, just a white idea balloon with… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Sometimes there would be couples, arm in arm—laughing, happy, amorous. Victims of an enormous fraud, and at the same time its perpetrators,… — 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 heights, but each one of them is admirably proportioned. Each is sound of tooth, smooth of skin. No ripples of fat around their waists, no bulges, no dimpled orange-skin cellulite on their thighs. No body hair,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
