How shrunk, how dwindled, in our times Creation's mighty seed - For Man has broke the Fellowship With murder, lust, and greed. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste. — 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
What is the real breath of a man — the breathing out or the breathing in? — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
It isn't chic for women to be drunk. Men drunks are more excusable, more easily absolved, but why? It must be thought… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When a man is attacked in print, it's usually for saying what he says; when a woman is attacked in print, it's… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them. — 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
Men and women are not "equal" if "equal" means "exactly the same." Our many puzzlements and indeed unhappinesses come from trying to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
What people want is perfection," said the man. "In themselves." "But they need the steps to it to be pointed out," said… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“After they had skated around the pond several times, my father asked my mother to marry him. I expect he did it… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“What interested these painters was evidently the fact that my clothes were torn off, which allowed them to paint a naked woman… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Ah men, why do you want all this attention? I can write poems for myself, make love to a doorknob if absolutely… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Cleverness is a quality a man likes to have in his wife as long as she is some distance away from him.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
There were no men in this painting, but it was about men, the kind who caused women to fall. I did not… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
He's lost something, some illusion I used to think was necessary to him. He's come to realize he too is human. Or… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
It used to be that your bloodlines dictated who you were. But the U.S. became the land of the self-made man, in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Men are not to be told anything they might find too painful; the secret depths of human nature, the sordid physicalities, might… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Walking was not fast enough, so we ran. Running was not fast enough, so we galloped. Galloping was not fast enough, so… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Writers are much better behaved nowadays, for a couple of reasons. Once upon a time nobody was thinking of a career, unless… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
In the early fight for women's rights, the point was not that women were morally superior or better. The conversation was about… — 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
What’s with her?” says the painter. “She’s mad because she’s a woman,” Jon says. This is something I haven’t heard for years,… — 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
Women are human beings, and human beings are a very mixed lot. I've always been against the idea that women were Victorian… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I marvel again at the nakedness of men's lives: the showers right out in the open, the body exposed for inspection and… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The world is being run by people my age, men my age, with falling-out hair and health worries, and it frightens me.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Condoms seemed to her inherently wicked. But they were also inherently funny. They were like rubber gloves with only one finger, and… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
She wasn't ready to settle down, she told her friends. That was one way of putting it. Another was would have been… — 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
