Maybe sadness was a kind of hunger, she thought. Maybe the two went together. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Although from you I far must roam, do not be broken hearted. We two, who in the souls are one, are never… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
This is what I miss, Cordelia: not something that’s gone, but something that will never happen. Two old women giggling over their… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
For drinking Life there are two cups: The No Cup is bitter, the Yes Cup is yummy -- Now, which one would… — 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
You want the truth, of course. You want me to put two and two together. But two and two doesn’t necessarily get… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The cemetery has ... an inscription: 'Though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death I will Fear No Evil,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
As I was whizzing around the United States on yet another demented book tour, getting up at four in the morning to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
There's more private security in the United States than there are publicly funded forces, like police. What you don't want is a… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
After a year or two of keeping my head down and trying to pass myself off as a normal person, I made… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When faced with the inevitable, you always have a choice.... As I learned during my liberal arts education, any symbol can have,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When we're good, we're very, very good, and when we're bad, we're horrid. This is not news, because we're so much more… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You can never read your own book with the innocent anticipation that comes with that first delicious page of a new book,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
What I need is perspective. The illusion of depth, created by a frame, the arrangement of shapes on a flat surface. Perspective… — 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
“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
