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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 88fef3b | I did believe, from my experience of life and of looking at the world, that men hated women. | Nuala O'Faolain | ||
| cc4388b | In any case, I would prefer to read something I don't enjoy than do almost anything else. I like the act of reading itself. Following the line of something - not just the story but the rhythm, the tone, the feel of what has accumulated from before and what is beginning to impend... | Nuala O'Faolain | ||
| aa9dfae | Constance did not have a bun. She didn't need one. She more or less was a bun: neat and contained, and then so tumultuous when unleashed. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| f724de7 | I wish I knew what You were up to. But whatever it is, help me to get through it, please. Though maybe it's not Your doing; I don't believe for an instant that what's going on out there is what You meant. I have enough daily bread, so I won't waste time on that. It isn't the main problem. The problem is getting it down without choking on it. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 1f9e76b | Blessed be those that mourn, for they shall be comforted." Nobody said when." | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 074ec03 | hard to get the full view, of the sky, of anything. But we can do it, a little at a time, a quick move of the head, up and down, to the side and back. We have learned to see the world in gasps. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| a956547 | And there is so much time to be endured, time heavy as fried food or thick fog; and then all at once these red events, like explosions, on streets otherwise decorous and matronly and somnambulent. I'm sorry there is so much pain in this story. I'm sorry it's in fragments, like a body caught in crossfire or pulled apart by force. But there is nothing I can do to change it. I've tried to put some of the good things in as well. Flowers, for in.. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 2e34bec | In reduced circumstances the desire to live attaches itself to strange objects. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 1655c10 | There were stories in the newspapers, of course, corpses in ditches or the woods, bludgeoned to death or mutilated, interfered with, as they used to say, but they were about other women, and the men who did such things were other men. None of them were the men we knew. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 0f187df | The house, and all the objects in it, crackled with static electricity; undertows washed through it, the air was heavy with things that were known but not spoken. Like a hollow log, a drum, a church, it was amplified, so that conversations whispered in it sixty years ago can be half-heard today. | drum whispering heaviness electricity house home | Margaret Atwood | |
| 5b511e9 | Sometimes these flashes of normality come at me from the side, like ambushes. The ordinary, the usual, a reminder, like a kick. | oridnary | Margaret Atwood | |
| 69843e9 | You will flicker in these words and in the words of others for a while and then go out. Even if I send them, you will never get these letters. Even if I see you again, I will never see you again. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| af50c9e | Doing their job, said Cora. Keeping us safe. Nothing safer than dead, said Rita, angrily. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 6d4a0aa | Orpheus 2 He has been trying to sing Love into existence again And he has failed. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 79c0cc4 | Gain ten pounds and they put you in Solitary. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| b2dbd5a | He's humanoid, he's hominid, he's an aberration, he's abominable; he'd be legendary, if there were anyone left to relate legends. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 3ad10dc | Change can be accommodated by any system depending on its rate, Crake used to say. Touch your head to a wall, nothing happens, but if the same head hits the wall at ninety miles an hour, it's red paint. We're in a speed tunnel, Jimmy. When the water's moving faster than the boat, you can't control a thing. | time | Margaret Atwood | |
| 6d0d06d | We thought we could do better. Better? I say, in a small voice. How can he think this is better? Better never means better for everyone, he says. It always means worse, for some. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| c1be6ce | Human beings- I've observed- are hot-wired for score keeping, and since they like to win, they're always going one better than the other fellow. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| dd10c70 | 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 pattern of ridges like a washboard, was fading as rapidly as any other transient impression on a soft surface. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 4060147 | Now I can see how that can happen. You can fall in love with anybody -- a fool, a criminal, a nothing. There are no good rules. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 2999225 | One young fellow pointed to another steamer in the distance, and said it was the Lady of the Lake, a United States vessel which until recently was thought to be the fastest boat on the Lake; but she had just lost a trial-of-speed race to the new Royal Mail Standard boat, the Eclipse, which outran her by four minutes and a half. And I said didn't that make him proud, and he said no, because he had bet a dollar on the Lady. And all present la.. | inspirational reflective | Margaret Atwood | |
| a5bba8b | because that was the effect love had on you. It snuck up on you, grabbed hold of you before you know it, and then there was nothing you could do. Once you were in it - in love - you would be swept away, regardless. Or so the books had it. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 681c4dd | Our big mistake was teaching them to read. We won't make that mistake again. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 71b27db | Don't interfere with false gods, you'll get the gold paint all over your hands. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 0fecf75 | But how can you have a sense of wonder if you're prepared for everything? Prepared for the sunset. Prepared for the moonrise. Prepared for the ice storm. What a flat existence that would be. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 5adbfd4 | Dream steals from its lair towards its prey. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| a4e1578 | Eu gostaria de nao ter vergonha. Gostaria de ser sem vergonha. Gostaria de ser ignorante. Entao eu nao saberia o quanto era ignorante. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 10315cb | So when time had begun to run out on Adelia with no really acceptable husband in sight, she'd married money -- crude money, button money. She was expected to refine this money, like oil. | money refine oil husband | Margaret Atwood | |
| b29055a | How soon before there are ancient texts they feel they have to obey but have forgotten how to interpret? | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 6c167dd | The sitting room is subdued, symmetrical; it's one of the shapes money takes when it freezes. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 2ffd0d3 | Each of the five tribes claims to have been the victorious attacker. Each recalls the slaughter with relish. Each believes it was ordained by their own god as righteous vengeance, because of the unholy practices carried on in the city. Evil must be cleansed with blood, they say. On that day the blood ran like water, so afterwards it must have been very clean. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 398e8b8 | I really don't know what men used to say. I had only their words for it. | not-trusting what-men-say | Margaret Atwood | |
| 82e23df | All that wasted time, and he didn't even know who'd wasted it. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 95c066b | All those paintings of women, in art galleries, surprised at private moments. Nymph Sleeping. Susanna and the Elders. Woman bathing, one foot in a tin tub - Renoir, or was it Degas? both, both women plump. Diana and her maidens, a moment before they catch the hunter's prying eyes. Never any paintings called Man Washing Socks in Sink.) | Margaret Atwood | ||
| d99bc03 | A sad pretty girl inspires the urge to console, unlike a sad old crone. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 410374b | So we couldn't mingle with them, but we could eavesdrop. We got our knowledge that way--we caught it like germs. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 4a26589 | the hearts gone bubonic with jealousy and greed, glinting through the vests and sweaters of anyone at all. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| f746f46 | For if the world treats you well, Sir, you come to believe you are deserving of it. Mary | Margaret Atwood | ||
| d1508ac | A Sister, dipped in blood | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 249a6d9 | I wish this story were different. I wish it were more civilized. I wish it showed me in a better light, if not happier, then at least more active, less hesitant, less distracted by trivia. I wish it had more shape. I wish it were about love, or about sudden realizations important to one's life, or even about sunsets, birds, rainstorms, or snow. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 3ea25df | She was an infallible prophetess, and these powers came from her ability to look into the patterns of the universe. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 812f900 | The moment of betrayal is the worst, the moment when you know beyond any doubt that you've been betrayed: that some other human being has wished you that much evil. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 2ac6b78 | But I'm ravenous for news, any kind of news; even if it's false news, it must mean something. | false-news news | Margaret Atwood |