“ The things I believe can't all be true, though one of them must be. But I believe all of them, all three versions of Luke, at once and the same time. This contradictory way of believing seems to me, r… Margaret Atwood
“ The shroud itself became a story almost instantly. 'Penelope's web', it was called; people used to say that of any task that remained mysteriously unfinished. I did not appreciate the term web. If the… Margaret Atwood
“ The reason they invented coffins, to lock the dead in, preserve them, they put makeup on them; they didn't want them spreading or changing into anything else. The stone with the name and date was on t… Margaret Atwood
“ The prospect of his future life stretched before him like a sentence; not a prison sentence but a long-winded sentence with a lot of unnecessary subordinate clauses, as he was soon in the habit of qui… Margaret Atwood
“ The past is a great darkness, and filled with echos. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and, try as we may, we cann… Margaret Atwood
“ The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Margaret Atwood
“ The imprint left on her mind by the long famished body that had seemed in the darkness to consist of nothing by sharp crags and angles, the memory of its painfully-defined almost skeletal ribcage, a p… Margaret Atwood
“ The human moral keyboard is limited, Adam One used to say: there's nothing you can play on it that hasn't been played before. And, my dear Friends, I am sorry to say this, but it has its lower notes. Margaret Atwood
“ The heart with letters on it shining like a light bulb through the trim hole painted in the chest, art history. Margaret Atwood
“ The cicadas pierce the air with their searing one-note calls; dust eddies across the roads; from the weedy patches at the verges, grasshoppers whir. The leaves of the maples hang from their branches l… Margaret Atwood
“ The Human Words of God speak of the Creation in terms that could be understood by the men of old. There is no talk of galaxies or genes, for such terms would have confused them greatly! But must we th… Margaret Atwood
“ The French are connoisseurs of sadness, they know all kinds. This is why they have bidets. Margaret Atwood
“ That was the trouble with Blood and Roses: it was easier to remember the Blood stuff. The other trouble was that the Blood player usually won, but winning meant you inherited a wasteland. Margaret Atwood
“ That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled… Margaret Atwood
“ That is what you have to do before you kill, I thought. You have to create an it, where none was before. You do that first in your head, and then you make it real. Margaret Atwood
“ Sucked into the well of knowledge, you could only plummet, learning more and more, but not getting any happier. Margaret Atwood
“ Some of the best things are done by those with nowhere to turn, by those who don't have time, by those who truly understand the word helpless. They dispense with the calculation of risk and profit, th… Margaret Atwood
“ She would be invisible, of course. No one would hear her. And nothing has happened, really, that hasn't happened before. Margaret Atwood
“ She must have heard the door opening and closing in the middle of the night; she produces a smile, warm, conspiratorial, and I know what circuits are closing in her head: by screwing Joe she's brought… Margaret Atwood
