What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Every night when I go to bed I think, In the morning I will wake up in my own house and things… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Because you may think a bed is a peaceful thing, Sir, and to you it may mean rest and comfort and a… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Once a month I wake in the night, slippery with terror. I'm afraid, not because there's someone in the room, in the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
All fathers are invisible in daytime; daytime is ruled by mothers and fathers come out at night. Darkness brings home fathers, with… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I sink down into my body as into a swamp, fenland, where only I know the footing…. I’m a cloud, congealed around… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
That was when they suspended the Constitution. They said it would be temporary. There wasn't even any rioting in the streets. People… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
As I was whizzing around the United States on yet another demented book tour, getting up at four in the morning to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
We want to get there faster. Get where? Wherever we are not. But a human soul can only go as fast as… — 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
