Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Nevertheless, blood is thicker than water, as anyone knows who has tasted both. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
It's evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The astrologers would tell that the U.S. is ruled by fire and Canada is ruled by water. Short version: You pep us… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The story as told in The Odyssey doesn't hold water. There are too many inconsistencies. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Repeat reading for me shares a few things with hot-water bottles and thumbsucking: comfort, familiarity, the recurrence of the expected. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirling in it, like ink spilled in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave - The water below is as dark as the grave, And maybe you'll… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You don't look back along time but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing.… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Time has not stood still. It has washed over me, washed me away, as if I'm nothing more than a woman of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Canadians are fond of a good disaster, especially if it has ice, water, or snow in it. You thought the national flag… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
If all fossil fuel were to go POOF! tomorrow, the result would be a cataclysmic social upheaval, with food riots, warlords, shutdowns,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The body is so easily damaged, so easily disposed of, water and chemicals is all it is, hardly more to it than… — 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
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
Everybody was going along thinking that it was a day like any other day, and bang, down went the Twin Towers. Changed… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Walking along past the store windows, into which she peers with her usual eagerness, her usual sense that maybe, today, she will… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Then we had the irises, rising beautiful and cool on their tall stalks, like blown glass, like pastel water momentarily frozen in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Every ending is arbitrary, because the end is where you write The end. A period, a dot of punctuation, a point 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 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
