“Possible, impossible. What could be done? We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“On the top of my desk there are initials, carved into the wood, and dates...This carving, done with a pencil dug many… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Better? I say, in a small voice. How can he think this is better? Better never means better for everyone, he says.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The tulips along the border are redder than ever, opening, no longer wine cups but chalices; thrusting themselves up, to what end?… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I was nervous. How was I to know he loved me? It might be just an affair. Why did we ever say… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I find the entrance to the women's washroom...There's a rest area, gently lit in pinkish tones, with several easy chairs and a… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I have enough daily bread, so I won't waste time on that. It isn't the main problem. The problem is getting it… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The summer dresses are unpacked and hanging in the closet, two of them, pure cotton, which is better than synthetics like the… — 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
