“ The Three of them were beautiful, in the way all girls of that age are beautiful. It can't be helped, that sort of beauty, nor can it be conserved; it's a freshness, a plumpness of the cells, that's u… Margaret Atwood
“ The ancestral voices were prophesying war because ancestral voices never shut up, and they hate to be wrong, and war is a sure thing, sooner or later. Margaret Atwood
“ What did they want from it? Lechery, smut, confirmation of their worst suspicions. But perhaps some of them wanted, despite themselves, to be seduced. Perhaps they were looking for passion; perhaps th… Margaret Atwood
“ I wonder which is preferable, to walk around all your life swollen up with your own secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentenc… Margaret Atwood
“ We'll choose knowledge no matter what, we'll maim ourselves in the process, we'll stick our hands into the flames for it if necessary. Curiosity is not our only motive; love or grief or despair or hat… Margaret Atwood
“ The poems that used to entrance me in the days of Miss Violence now struck me as overdone and sickly. —the archaic language of unrequited love. I was irritated with such words, which rendered the unha… Margaret Atwood
“ Stick a shovel in the ground almost anywhere and some horrible thing or other will come to light. Margaret Atwood
“ She stubs out her cigarette in the brown glass ashtray, then settles herself against him, ear to his chest. She likes to hear his voice this way, as if it begins not in his throat but in his body, lik… Margaret Atwood
