The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
EXTINCTATHON, Monitored by MaddAddam. Adam named the living animals, MaddAddam names the dead ones. Do you want to play? — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
'1984' is not a wonder tale. Not only could it happen, but it has happened, but under different names. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I want to be held and told my name. I want to be valued, in ways that I am not; I want… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The reason they invented coffins, to lock the dead in, preserve them, they put makeup on them; they didn't want them spreading… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
But in the end, back she comes. There's no use resisting. She goes to him for amnesia, for oblivion. She renders herself… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When we're good, we're very, very good, and when we're bad, we're horrid. This is not news, because we're so much more… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we're still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like… — 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
