Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
All you have to do, I tell myself, is keep your mouth shut and look stupid. It shouldn't be that hard. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
How old do you have to get before wisdom descends like a plastic bag over your head and you learn to keep… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
For the children with their greedy little mouths represent the future, which like time itself will devour all now alive. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
His mouth is on me, his hands, I can't wait and he's moving, already, love, it's been so long, I'm alive in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Why can't I believe? she asked the darkness. Behind her eyelids she saw an animal. It was golden colour, with gentle green… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I think of bad news as a huge bird, with the wings of a crow and the face of my Grade Four… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When they came to harvest my corpse (open your mouth, close your eyes) cut my body from the rope, surprise, surprise: I… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
No more photos. Surely there are enough. No more shadows of myself thrown by light onto pieces of paper, onto squares of… — 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
