Things musicals taught me: All your problems will go away if you sing about it. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Richard liked to say he picked things up for a song, which was odd, because he never sang. He never even whistled.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Walter turned on the radio: electric violins wailing, twisted romance, the four-square beat of heartbreak. Trite suffering, but suffering nonetheless. The entertainment… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Without a word she swivels, as if she’s voice activated, as if she’s on little oiled wheels, as if she’s on top… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When any civilization is dust and ashes," he said, "art is all that's left over. Images, words, music. Imaginative structures. Meaning—human meaning,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Of course Crake wasn’t Crake yet, at that time: his name was Glenn. Why did it have two n’s instead of the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“listen. the leaves no longer rustle, the wind no longer sighs, our hearts no longer beat. They've fallen silent. Fallen, as if… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Why do you want to talk about ugly things?” she said. Her voice was silvery, like a music box. She waved one… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Books are frozen voices, in the same way that musical scores are frozen music. The score is a way of transmitting the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“To return from my digression: tape like this, however, is very difficult to fake convincingly, and we were assured by the experts… — 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
