“I'd like another dimension of space, and also the tombs and the dead women, please.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Every novel is-at the beginning-the same opening of a door onto a completely unknown space. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Science fiction is filled with Martians and space travel to other planets, and things like that. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Sooner or later, I hate to break it to you, you're gonna die, so how do you fill in the space between… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. If you can bend space you can bend time… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I define science fiction as fiction in which things happen that are not possible today - that depend, for instance, on advanced… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
A Paradox, the doughnut hole. Empty space, once, but now they've learned to market even that. A minus quantity; nothing, rendered edible.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. IT transits, pauses, continues on and passes out of sight, and… — 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
The newspaper stories were like dreams to us, bad dreams dreamt by others. How awful, we would say, and they were, but… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Now the flesh arranges itself differently. I'm a cloud, congealed around a center object, the shape of a pear, which is hard… — 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
