“ But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind. Margaret Atwood
“ But we still find the world astounding, we can't get enough of it; even as it shrivels, even as its many lights flicker and are extinguished (the tigers, the leopard frogs, the plunging dolphin flukes… Margaret Atwood
“ But the waves kept moving, with the white wake of the ship traced in them for an instant, and then smoothed over by the water. And it was as if my own footsteps were being erased behind me, the footst… Margaret Atwood
“ But remember that forgiveness too is a power. To beg for it is a power, and to withhold or bestow it is a power, perhaps the greatest. Maybe Margaret Atwood
“ But mostly she likes the fact that there's a reason for every death, and only one murderer at a time, and things get figured out at the end, and the murderer always gets caught. Margaret Atwood
“ Besides, who would think of marrying a mothball? A question my mother put to me often, later, in other forms. Margaret Atwood
“ Below me, in the foundations of the house, I could hear the clothes I'd buried there growing themselves a body. Margaret Atwood
“ Axiom: you are a sea. Your eye-lids curve over chaosMy handswhere they touch you, createsmall inhabited islandssoon you will be Margaret Atwood
“ All hearts float in their owndeep oceans of no light,wetblack and glimmering,their four mouths gulping like fish.Hearts are said to pound:this is to be expected, the heart’sregular struggle against be… Margaret Atwood
“ A wave of blood goes up to my head, my stomach shrinks together, as if something dangerous has just missed hitting me. It's as if I've been caught stealing, or telling a lie; or as if I've heard other… Margaret Atwood
“ A rebuke, a palpable rebuke! How dare she? He was already middle-aged when she was born! He could have been her father! He could have been her child molester! Margaret Atwood
“ This is the solstice, the still pointof the sun, its cusp and midnight,the year’s thresholdand unlocking, where the pastlets go of and becomes the future;the place of caught breath, the doorof a vanis… Margaret Atwood
“ Good writing takes place at intersections, at what you might call knots, at places where the society is snarled or knotted up. Margaret Atwood
“ Το περιεχόμενο [των περιοδικών] ήταν υπόσχεση. Μιλούσαν για μεταμορφώσεις, γαργαλούσαν με μια ατέλειωτη σειρά από δυνατότητες, όλο και πιο προωθημένες, όπως τα είδωλα σε δυο καθρέπτες τοποθετημένους α… Margaret Atwood
“ While he himself puts them on, like a sock over a foot, onto the stub of himself, his extra, sensitive thumb, his tentacle, his delicate, stalked slug's eye, which extrudes, expands, winces, and shriv… Margaret Atwood
“ Whatever else women want to see, it's not themselves; not in their worst light anyway. Margaret Atwood
“ What is is, as Grandma Win used to say, and what can’t be cured must be endured, and laugh and the world laughs with you but cry and you cry alone. Margaret Atwood
