I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“That's the kind of stories I know. Sad ones. Anyway, taken to it's logical conclusion, every story is sad, because at the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
It's only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all. When you're telling it, to yourself or to someone else. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Roz is telling a story. That's what they will do, increasingly in their lives: tell stories. Tonight their stories will be about… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The true story is vicious and multiple and untrue after all. Why do you need it? Don’t ever ask for the true… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel. — 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
There's the story, then there's the real story, then there's the story of how the story came to be told. Then there's… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Kafka thought his stories were hilarious. We don't necessarily have that reaction to them, but he certainly laughed his head off every… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
If it's a story I'm telling, then I have control over the ending... But if it's a story, even in my head,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, believe you're there, I believe you into being. Because I'm… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You can wipe your feet on me, twist my motives around all you like, you can dump millstones on my head and… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out. In Paradise there are no stories, because there are… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
For every age there is a popular idea about what madness is, what causes it, and how a mad person should look… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I would like to believe this is a story I’m telling. I need to believe it. I must believe it. Those who… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“But I keep on going with this sad and hungry and sordid, this limping and mutilated story, because after all I want… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel. All of them? Sure, he says. Think… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
It was exciting to work with director Jennifer Baichwal, who made Manufactured Landscapes and others, on the film of Payback: Debt and… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Had she believed all that? Old Pilar's folklore? No, not really; or not exactly. Most likely Pilar hadn't quite believed it either,… — 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 working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart. If you'd wanted… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When you are in the middle of a story it isn't a story at all, but only a confusion; a dark roaring,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You will always have partial points of view, and you'll always have the story behind the story that hasn't come out yet.… — 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
Stick a shovel into the ground almost anywhere and some horrible thing or other will come to light. Good for trade, we… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Children were vehicles for passing things along. These things could be kingdoms, rich wedding gifts, stories, grudges, blood feuds. Through children, alliances… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel. ...Think about it. There's escaping from the… — 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
They are hypocrites, they think the Church is a cage to keep God in, so he will stay locked up there and… — 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
