“ He told me that everyone had a hidden door, which was the way into the heart, and that it was a point of honour with him to be able to find the handles to those doors. For the heart was both key and l… Margaret Atwood
“ He thought of it as a contest, like the children at school who would twist your arm and say Give in? Give in? until you did; then they would let go. He didn't love me, it was an idea of himself he lov… Margaret Atwood
“ He slides off into half-sleep and dreams of Oryx, floating on her back in a swimming pool, wearing an outfit that appears to be made of delicate white tissue-paper petals. They spread out around her,… Margaret Atwood
“ He has tried imagining her as a prostitute—he often plays this private mental game with various women he encounters—but he can’t picture any man actually paying for her services. It would be like payi… Margaret Atwood
“ He had been with me, but he wasn't with me now, we had been walking along a street like this one and then the future swept over us and we were separated. He was in the distance now, across the ocean,… Margaret Atwood
“ He doesn't understand yet that guilt comes to you not from the things you've done, but from the things that others have done to you. Margaret Atwood
“ He considers me also a little fragile because artistic. I need to be cared for, like a potted plant. Margaret Atwood
“ He can’t shake the feeling that this place is some sort of pyramid scheme, and that those who fail to understand that will be left empty-handed. But there’s no obvious reason for this feeling of his.… Margaret Atwood
“ Grace's will is of the negative female variety - she can deny and reject much more easily than she can affirm or accept. Somewhere within herself - he's seen it, if only for a moment, that conscious,… Margaret Atwood
“ God cannot be held to the narrowness of literal and materialistic interpretations, nor measured by Human measurements, for His days are eons, and a thousand ages of our time are like an evening to Him… Margaret Atwood
“ For these dances the boys send corsages, which I keep afterward and keep in my bureau drawer; squashed carnations and brown-edged rosebuds, wads of dead vegetation, like a collection of floral shrunke… Margaret Atwood
“ Everything is post these days, as if we're all just a footnote to something earlier that was real enough to have a name of its own. Margaret Atwood
“ Despite their cool poses they wear their cravings on the outside, like the suckers on a squid. They want it all. Margaret Atwood
“ By the time she was sixteen, Jane had heard enough about this to last her several lifetimes. In her mother’s account of the way things were, you were young briefly and then you fell. You plummeted dow… Margaret Atwood
“ By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, I believe you're there, I believe you into being. Margaret Atwood
