You might 'write from the heart,' but you'd better polish with your brain. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
he might die for her, but living for her would be quite different. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Good writing takes place at intersections, at what you might call knots, at places where the society is snarled or knotted up. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I am too old to have ever been very worried about what "genre" any given book of mine might be. I read… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Things might have been different if she hadn't been able to drift; if she'd had to concentrate on her next meal, instead… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Don't let the bastards grind you down. I repeat this to myself but it conveys nothing. You might as well say, Don't… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Publishing a book is like stuffing a note into a bottle and hurling it into the sea. Some bottles drown, some come… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
A Paradox, the doughnut hole. Empty space, once, but now they've learned to market even that. A minus quantity; nothing, rendered edible.… — 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
“Point being that you don't have to get too worked up about us, dear educated minds. You don't have to think of… — 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
“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
