“ A noite cai. Ou caiu a noite. Por que a noite cai, em vez de subir como o raiar do dia? Contudo, se você olhar para o leste, ao pôr-do-sol, pode ver a noite subindo, não caindo; a escuridão se eleva e… Margaret Atwood
“ A breath would blow you away, they beam down at her silently. You wish, thinks Tony, smiling up. Many have blown. She Margaret Atwood
“ We must be a beacon of hope, because if you tell people there's nothing they can do, they will do worse than nothing. Margaret Atwood
“ Gazing up at the stars through the gently moving leaves. They seem close, the stars, but they're far away. Their light is millions, billions of years out of date. Messages with no sender. Margaret Atwood
“ And the one on the pigeons, trained to peck a button that made a grain of corn appear. Three groups of them: the first got one grain per peck, the second one grain every other peck, the third was rand… Margaret Atwood
“ Eating fireis your ambition: to swallow the flame downtake it into your mouthand shoot it forth, a shout or an incandescenttongue, a wordexploding from you in gold, crimson,unrolling in a brilliant sc… Margaret Atwood
“ Is what they say, and sometimes , as if mad is a different direction, like west; as if mad is a different house you could step into, or a separate country entirely. But when you go mad you don't go an… Margaret Atwood
“ There are some women who seem to be born without fear just as there are people who are born without the ability to feel pain. ... Providence appears to protect such women maybe out of astonishment. Margaret Atwood
“ ¿Pero quién puede recordar el dolor, una vez que éste ha desaparecido? Todo lo que queda de él es una sombra, ni siquiera en la mente ni en la carne. El dolor deja una marca demasiado profunda como pa… Margaret Atwood
“ Gazing down at the black water remembering all the stories of women who had thrown themselves into it. They'd done it for love, because that was the effect love had on you. It snuck up on you, it grab… Margaret Atwood
“ But it is my true belief that it was the doctor that killed her with his knife; him and the gentleman between them. For it is not always the one that strikes the blow, that is the actual murderder; Margaret Atwood
“ At this distanceyou’re a mirage, a glossy imagefixed in the postureof the last time I saw you.Turn you over, there’s a placefor the address. Wish you werehere. Margaret Atwood
“ Yes, it does feel deceptively safer with two; but Thou is a slippery character. Every Thou I've known has had a way of going missing. They skip town or turn perfidious, or else the drop like flies and… Margaret Atwood
“ Yes, good, kind Crake. I will stop telling this story if you sing. Because it makes me forget what I am telling. Margaret Atwood
“ Why should the other ones in this play get a second chance at life, but not him? Why's he have to suffer so much for being what he is? It's like he's, you know, black or Native or something. Five stri… Margaret Atwood
“ While he writes, I feel as if he is drawing me; or not drawing me, drawing on me - drawing on my skin - not with the pencil he is using, but with an old-fashioned goose pen, and not with the quill end… Margaret Atwood
“ When I was younger I used to think that if I could hug myself tight enough I could make myself smaller, because there was never enough room for me, at home or anywhere, but if I was smaller then I wou… Margaret Atwood
“ What’s with her? says the painter. She’s mad because she’s a woman, Jon says. This is something I haven’t heard for years, not since high school. Once it was a shaming thing to say, and crushing to h… Margaret Atwood
“ What was the rationale for all this pillaging? Souvenirs. These people needed something to remember themselves by. An odd thing, souvenir-hunting: now becomes then even while it is still now. You don'… Margaret Atwood
