“It has taken so little time to change our minds, about things like this. Then” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Literature is not only a mirror; it is a map, a geography of the mind. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“It was as if they could read each other’s minds. No, not minds: each other’s mindlessness.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Why does the mind do such things? Turn on us, rend us, dig the claws in. If you get hungry enough, they… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“He doesn't mind this, I thought. He doesn't mind it at all. Maybe he even likes it. We are not each other's,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Would that be me you're addressing? said McDermott. No it would not, I said with a cool manner as I walked by… — 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
Come away with me, he said, we will live on a desert island. I said, I am a desert island. It was… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“He feels the need to hear a human voice—a fully human voice like his own. Sometimes he laughs like a hyena or… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“He doesn’t mind this, I thought. He doesn’t mind it at all. Maybe he even likes it. We are not each other’s,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
One good maxim to keep in mind, and I can't remember who said it, "You meet the same people on the way… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Whatever the scientists may come up with, writers and artists will continue to portray altered mental states, simply because few aspects of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The imprint left on her mind by the long famished body that had seemed in the darkness to consist of nothing by… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“...women on their own, making up their minds. They wore blouses with buttons down the front that suggested the possibilities of the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Imagine a famine. Now imagine a piece of bread. Both of these things are real but you happen to be in the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Perhaps her mind is slipping, perhaps she's going off the tracks, perhaps she is coming unhinged. Unhinged, like a broken door, like… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
What else can I do? Once you've gone this far you aren't fit for anything else. Something happens to your mind. You're… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“When did the body first set out on its own adventures? Snowman thinks; after having ditched its old travelling companions, the mind… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I wait, washed, brushed, fed, like a prize pig. Sometime in the eighties they invented pig balls, for pigs who were being… — 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
