The future of the codex book, with pages and so forth? A platform for transmitting narratives. There are others. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The fact is that blank pages inspire me with terror. What will I put on them? Will it be good enough? Will… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Don’t sit down in the middle of the woods. If you’re lost in the plot or blocked, retrace your steps to where… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The future of narrative? Built in, part of the human template. Not going away. The future of the codex book, with pages… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
What is it the I'll want from you? Not love: that would be too much to ask. Not forgiveness, which isn't yours… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You can never read your own book with the innocent anticipation that comes with that first delicious page of a new book,… — 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
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… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
