Literature is not only a mirror; it is a map, a geography of the mind. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
One good maxim to keep in mind, and I can't remember who said it, "You meet the same people on the way… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
But who can remember pain, once its over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Come away with me, he said, we will live on a desert island. I said, I am a desert island. It was… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Imagine a famine. Now imagine a piece of bread. Both of these things are real but you happen to be in the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Why does the mind do such things? Turn on us, rend us, dig the claws in. If you get hungry enough, they… — 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
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
Money as such is, as Oscar Wilde said, perfectly useless. You can't eat it, drink it, shelter yourself from the cold with… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
What else can I do? Once you've gone this far you aren't fit for anything else. Something happens to your mind. You're… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
What a lost person needs is a map of the territory, with his own position marked on it so he can see… — 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
“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
