I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I would not change [my past work] anymore than I would airbrush a photo of myself. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
History, as I recall, was never this winsome, and especially not this clean, but the real thing would never sell: most people… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Our biggest technology that we ever, ever invented was articulated language with built-out grammar. It is that that allows us to imagine… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
He doesn't know which is worse, a past he can't regain or a present that will destroy him if he looks at… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
God gave unto the Animals A wisdom past our power to see: Each knows innately how to live, Which we must learn… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
As soon as you have a language that has a past tense and a future tense you're going to say, 'Where did… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Time folds you in its arms and gives you one last kiss, and then it flattens you out and folds you up… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Without the protection of surliness and levity, all children would be crushed by the past—the past of others, loaded onto their shoulders.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I'm a refugee from the past, and like other refugees I go over the customs and habits of being I've left or… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Toast was a pointless invention from the Dark Ages. Toast was an implement of torture that caused all those subjected to it… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
So Crake never remembered his dreams. It's Snowman that remembers them instead. Worse than remembers: he's immersed in them, he'd wading through… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
It had helped to keep her sane, that writing. Then, when time had begun again and real people had entered it, she'd… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
But thoughtless ingratitude is the armour of the young; without it, how would they ever get through life? The old wish the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Walking along past the store windows, into which she peers with her usual eagerness, her usual sense that maybe, today, she will… — 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.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“UP You wake up filled with dread. There seems no reason for it. Morning light sifts through the window, there is birdsong,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
All writers must go from now to once a upon a time; all must go from here to there; all must descend… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
While in a vintage restaurant..."the past isn't quaint while you're in it. Only at a safe distance, later, when you see it… — 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