Anaesthesia, that's one technique: if it hurts, invent a different pain. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain.” — 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… — margaret atwood Copy Share Image
“Weeping willow, weeping willow, branches waving like the sea, While I’m lying on my pillow, come and take my pain from me…… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Anyway, maybe there weren't any solutions. Human society, corpses and rubble. It never learned, it made the same cretinous mistakes over and… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The pain of what? The pain of the raw torn places, the damaged membranes where he’d whanged up against the Great Indifference… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
But who can remember pain, once its over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Point being that you don't have to get too worked up about us, dear educated minds. You don't have to think of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
There are some women who seem to be born without fear, just as there are people who are born without the ability… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an amazing and… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“Today I speak to my bones as I would speak to a dog. I want to go up the stairs, I tell… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Men are not to be told anything they might find too painful; the secret depths of human nature, the sordid physicalities, might… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
There are some women who seem to be born without fear, just as there are people who are born without the ability… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I wish this story were different. I wish it were more civilized. I wish it showed me in a better light, if… — 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
