Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
We want to get there faster. Get where? Wherever we are not. But a human soul can only go as fast as… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You can wet the rim of a glass and run your finger around the rim and it will make a sound. This… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The cat jumps up on the bed and tries to get onto my head. It's his way of telling whether or not… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
It's probably a form of childish curiosity that keeps me going as a fiction writer. I ... want to open everybody's bureau… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
At the very least we want a witness. We can't stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
I want everything back, the way it was. But there is no point to it, this wanting. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
What people want is perfection," said the man. "In themselves." "But they need the steps to it to be pointed out," said… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that. — 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
