Margaret Atwood Quotes

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“In the end, we'll all become stories.”

“I was sand, I was snow—written on, rewritten, smoothed over.”

“They will not let you have peace, they don't want you to have anything they don't have themselves.”

“We thought we were running away from the grownups, and now we are the grownups.”

“Maybe that's what love is, I thought: it's being pissed off.”

“She knows herself to be at the mercy of events, and she knows by now that events have no mercy.”

“I'm not senile," I snapped. "If I burn the house down it will be on purpose.”

“Faith is only a word, embroidered.”

“One and one and one and one doesn't equal four. Each one remains unique, there is no way of joining them together. They cannot be exchanged, one for the other. They cannot replace each other.”

“The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.”

“Most mothers worry when their daughters reach adolescence but I was the opposite. I relaxed, I sighed with relief. Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life sized.”

“You can wet the rim of a glass and run your finger around the rim and it will make a sound. This is what I feel like: this sound of glass. I feel like the word shatter. I want to be with someone.”

“I'm a fool, to confuse this with goodness. I am not good.
I know too much to be good. I know myself.
I know myself to be vengeful, greedy, secretive and sly.”

“Immortality,' said Crake, ' is a concept. If you take 'mortality' as being, not death, but the foreknowledge of it and the fear of it, then 'immortality' is the absence of such fear. Babies are immortal. Edit out the fear, and you'll be…”

“There's the story, then there's the real story, then there's the story of how the story came to be told. Then there's what you leave out of the story. Which is part of the story too.”

“As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes.”

“We understand more than we know.”

“You can forget who you are if you're alone too much.”

“There's something to be said for hunger: at least it lets you know you're still alive.”

“The answers you get from literature depend on the questions you pose.”

“Our heaven is their hell, said God. I like a balanced universe.”

“These things sneak up on him for no reason, these flashes of irrational happiness. It's probably a vitamin deficiency.”

“Ah men,
why do you want
all this attention?
I can write poems for myself, make
love to a doorknob if absolutely
necessary. What do you have to offer me
I can't find otherwise
except humiliation? Which I no longer
need.”

“Which of us can resist the temptation of being thought indispensable?”

“I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it.”

“I avoid looking down at my body, not so much because it’s shameful or immodest but because I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to look at something that determines me so completely.”

“When any civilization is dust and ashes," he said, "art is all that's left over. Images, words, music. Imaginative structures. Meaning—human meaning, that is—is defined by them. You have to admit that.”

“It wasn't so easy though, ending the war. A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far, and settle slowly.”

“When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.”

“I believe that everyone else my age is an adult whereas I am merely in disguise.”

“When you're unhinged, things make their way out of you that should be kept inside, and other things get in that ought to be shut out. The locks lose their powers. The guards go to sleep. The passwords fail.”

“A man is just a woman’s strategy for making other women.”

“Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?”

“We are survivors, of each other. We have been shark to one another, but also lifeboat. That counts for something.”

“Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck.”

“If I waited for perfection, I would never write a word.”

“You want the truth, of course. You want me to put two and two together. But two and two doesn’t necessarily get you the truth. Two and two equals a voice outside the window. Two and two equals the wind. The living bird is not its labeled bones.”

“Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.”

“How easy it is to invent a humanity, for anyone at all.”

“I see that there will be no end to imperfection, or to doing things the wrong way. Even if you grow up, no matter how hard you scrub, whatever you do, there will always be some other stain or spot on your face or stupid act, somebody frowning.”

“Ordinary, said Aunt Lydia, is what you are used to. This may not seem ordinary to you now, but after a time it will. It will become ordinary.”

“So this was the rest of his life. It felt like a party to which he'd been invited, but at an address he couldn't actually locate. Someone must be having fun at it, this life of his; only, right at the moment, it wasn't him.”

“Now that I am dead, I know everything.”

“Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life sized.”

“I did not know how to paint or even what to paint, but I knew I had to begin.”

“The night is mine, my own time, to do with it as I will, as long as I am quiet. As long as I don't move. As long as I lie still. The difference betweenand. Lay is always passive.”

“Sanity is a valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money. I save it, so I will have enough, when the time comes.”

“For if the world treats you well, Sir, you come to believe you are deserving of it.”

“No mother is ever, completely, a child's idea of what a mother should be, and I suppose it works the other way around as well. But despite everything, we didn't do too badly by one another, we did as well as most.”