Better not to invent her in her absence. Better to wait until she's actually here. Then he can make her up as… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
It's in Macbeth: "The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon." I seldom have occasion to pull it out, but it's ready… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Don't wait until you're 'in the mood.' Get into the mood by writing. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I have long since decided if you wait for the perfect time to write, you'll never write. There is no time that… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I wait. I compose myself. My self is a thing I must now compose, as one composes a speech. What I must… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
If you're waiting for the perfect moment, you'll never write a thing because it will never arrive. I have no routine. I… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
art happens. It happens when you have the craft and the vocation and are waiting for something else, something extra, or maybe… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
His mouth is on me, his hands, I can't wait and he's moving, already, love, it's been so long, I'm alive in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
For me the experience of writing is really an experience of losing control… I think it's very much like dreaming or like… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You always think, 'Oh, if only I had a little chalet in the mountains! How great that would be and I'd do all this writing' Except, no, I wouldn't. I'd do the same amount of writing I do now and the rest of the time I'd go stir crazy. If you're waiting for the perfect moment you'll never write a… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
“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 heights, but each one of them is admirably proportioned. Each is sound of tooth, smooth of skin. No ripples of fat around their waists, no bulges, no dimpled orange-skin cellulite on their thighs. No body hair,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share
