“For every year of peace there have been four hundred years of war.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Disease has always been a much bigger killer of human beings than wars. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Ten days after the war ended, my sister Laura drove a car off a bridge. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
It wasn't so easy though, ending the war. A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far, and settle… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“speech to him was a task, a battle, words mustered behind his beard and issued one at a time, heavy and square… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The ancestral voices were prophesying war because ancestral voices never shut up, and they hate to be wrong, and war is a… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Why is war so much like a practical joke? she thinks. Hiding behind bushes, leaping out, with not much difference between Boo!… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The ancestral voices were prophesying war because ancestral voices never shut up, and they hate to be wrong, and war is a… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
My parents were gardeners themselves, and perforce they used environmental techniques because it was during the war, and you didn't have the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Symbolic thinking of any kind would signal downfall, in Crake’s view. Next they’d be inventing idols, and funerals, and grave goods, and… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Before the Civil War, Canada was at the top of the underground railroad. If you made it into Canada, you were safe… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Or he’d watch the news: more plagues, more famines, more floods, more insect or microbe or small-mammal outbreaks, more droughts, more chickenshit… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
As human beings, we are always torn between individual freedom and the ability of choose our actions, and the need for at… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Having been born in 1939 and come to consciousness during World War II, I knew that established orders could vanish overnight. Change… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The weapons that were once outside sharpening themselves on war are now indoors there, in the fortress, fragile in glass cases; Why… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
In the First World War, people would be receiving letters from loved ones who had been dead for weeks, and they would… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“These men, we’ve been told, are like war criminals. It’s no excuse that what they did was legal at the time: their… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“My mother took the train to Halifax to see my father off. It was crammed with men en route to the Front;… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Why is war so much like a practical joke? she thinks. Hiding behind bushes, leaping out, with not much difference between Boo!… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The air is saturated with the stink of perfumes at war. There are video screens on which flawless complexions turn, preen, sigh… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I look at him with the nostalgic affection men are said to feel for their wars, their fellow veterans. I think, I… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I know more about my father than I used to know: I know he wanted to be a pilot in the war… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“It was Colonel Parkman who upped stakes, crossed the border, and named our town, thus perversely commemorating a battle in which he'd… — 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
