But maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Why is it he feels some line has been crossed, some boundary transgressed? How much is too much, how far is too… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Knowing too much about other people puts you in their power, they have a claim on you, you are forced to understand… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Confronted by too much emptiness ... the brain invents. Loneliness creates company as thirst creates water. How many sailors have been wrecked… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
They seemed to be able to choose. We seemed to be able to choose, then. We were a society dying of too… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I'm a fool, to confuse this with goodness. I am not good. I know too much to be good. I know myself.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
What is it the I'll want from you? Not love: that would be too much to ask. Not forgiveness, which isn't yours… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Nature full strength is more than we can take, Adam One used to say. It's a potent hallucinogen, a soporific, for the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Of course (said Oryx), having a money value was no substitute for love. Every child should have love, every person should have… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
No more photos. Surely there are enough. No more shadows of myself thrown by light onto pieces of paper, onto squares of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Falling in love, although it resulted in altered body chemistry and was therefore real, was a hormonally induced delusional state, according to… — 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
