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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 02e25d1 | By extension, anyone who liked smelling the daisies, and having daisies to smell, and eating mercury-free fish, and who objected to giving birth to three-eyed infants via the toxic sludge in their drinking water was a demon-possessed Satanic minion of darkness, hell-bent on sabotaging the American Way and God's Holy Oil, which were one and the same. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 7995839 | We are two-legged wombs, that's all: sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| f455a56 | But remember that forgiveness too is a power. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| d36714d | Everything that went on in your life was thought to be due to some positive or negative power emanating from inside your head. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| c1db9ae | As we know from the study of history, no new system can impose itself upon a previous one without incorporating many of the elements to be found in the latter, as witness the pagan elements in medieval Christianity and the evolution of the Russian "KGB" from the czarist secret service that preceded it" -- | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 2a79f69 | But if it's a story, even in my head, I must be telling it to someone. You don't tell a story only to yourself. There's always someone else. Even when there is no one. A story is like a letter. Dear You, I'll say. Just you, without a name. Attaching a name attaches you to the world of fact, which is riskier, more hazardous: who knows what the chances are out there, of survival, yours? I will say you, you, like an old love song. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| ec5934e | Moira had power now, she'd been set loose, she'd set herself loose. She was now a loose woman. I think we found this frightening. Moira was like an elevator with open sides. She made us dizzy. Already we were losing the taste for freedom, already we were finding these walls secure. In the upper reaches of the atmosphere you'd come apart, you'd vaporize, there would be no pressure holding you together. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| af25d4f | Unlikely a handgun any more because it was around that time that the CorpSeCorps was confiscating those, having raised the spurious banner of civic safety and thus effectively securing a monopoly for themselves on killing at a distance. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| fefa01d | I never had a favourite letter that began my name - I for Iris - because I was everybody's letter. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| c651501 | There is nothing more onerous than enforced gratitude. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| c49a9be | Thinking he knows can be a trap. An ex-professor once told him he had a diamond-hard intellect and he'd been flattered at the time. Now he considers the nature of diamonds. Although sharp and glittering and useful for cutting glass, they shine with reflected light only. They're no use at all in the dark | ego intellect | Margaret Atwood | |
| cc0e2a6 | 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't really believe you're there, and so you nick the proof, or something you mistake for it. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 4f29e1a | Change, we were sure, was for the better always. We were revisionists; what we revised was ourselves. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| e20e645 | Everybody knew. Nobody admitted to knowing. If other people began to discuss it, you tuned them out, because what they were saying was both so obvious and so unthinkable. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| d3b8c91 | I am a believer in sensible choices, so different from many of my own. Also in sensible names for children. | margaret-atwod sense sensible | Margaret Atwood | |
| 535a787 | I've learned to do without a lot of things. If you have a lot of things, said Aunt Lydia, you get too attached to this material world and you forget about spiritual values. You must cultivate poverty of spirit. Blessed are the meek. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 33a5a7c | It is better to journey than to arrive, as long as we journey in firm faith and for selfless ends. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 054b8a6 | He compiled lists of old words too - words of a precision and suggestiveness that no longer had a meaningful application in today's world, or toady's world, as Jimmy sometimes deliberately misspelled it on his term papers. (Typo, the profs would note, which showed how alert they were.) He memorized these hoary locutions, tossed them left-handed into conversation: wheelwright, lodestone, saturnine, adamant. He'd developed a strangely tender .. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 1f5448b | Disguise is easier when you're young. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 029e01c | I planted him in this country like a flag | immigrant | Margaret Atwood | |
| 05a223f | Canlit might not exert the fascination of - say - a venereal wart. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 786159f | Placidity and order and everything in its place, with a decorous and sanctioned violence going on underneath everything, like a heavy, brutal shoe tapping out the rhythm on a carpeted floor. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 78a816c | I don't want a man around, what use are they except for ten seconds' worth of half babies. A man is just a woman's strategy for making other women. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 99c0580 | Back at home they drew the curtains and read, with disapproval, with relish, with avidity and glee - even the ones who'd never thought of opening a novel before. There's nothing like a shovelful of dirt to encourage literacy. | reading | Margaret Atwood | |
| a08eec4 | most people prefer a past is which nothing smells. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| f3046ec | He wants to see, he wants to know, only to see and know. I'm aware that it is this mentality, this curiosity, which is responsible for the hydrogen bomb and the imminent demise of civilization and that we would all be better off if we were still at the stone-worshipping stage. Though surely it is not this affable inquisitiveness that should be blamed. | curiosity inquisitiveness margaret-atwood unearthing-suite | Margaret Atwood | |
| 1b51147 | I sang out the words unflinchingly though, as I stomped around the toadstool in clouds of church-basement dust, with a damp Gnome hand clutched in each of mine. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| a553444 | I would pore for hours over the stalls of worn necklaces, sets of gilt spoons, sugar tongs in the shape of hen's feet or midget hands, clocks that didn't work, flowered china, spotty mirrors and ponderous furniture, the flotsam left by those receding centuries in which, more and more, I was living. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 536956f | They were wrong about the sun. It does not go down into the underworld at night. The sun leaves merely and the underworld emerges. It can happen at any moment. It can happen in the morning, you in the kitchen going through your mild routines. Plate, cup, knife. All at once there's no blue, no green, no warning. | poetry underworld | Margaret Atwood | |
| 9a65900 | Besides, who would think of marrying a mothball? A question my mother put to me often, later, in other forms. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 079c840 | left lipstick imprints the shape of grateful, rubbery sighs... | Margaret Atwood | ||
| ed42a6c | Toast cannot be explained by any rational means. Toast is me. I am toast. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| fbcb293 | Watch out for art, Crake used to say. As soon as they start doing art, we're in trouble. Symbolic thinking of any kind would signal downfall, in Crake's view. Next they'd be inventing idols, and funerals, and grave goods, and the afterlife, and sin, and Linear B, and kings, and then slavery and war. Snowman longs to question them--who first had the idea of making a reasonable facsimile of him, of Snowman, out of a jar lid and a mop? But tha.. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| cc20fb4 | He came to understand why serial killers sent helpful clues to the police. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| ad8e8b5 | Dear Diplodicus; dear Pterosaur; dear Trilobite; dear Mastodon, dear Dodo, dear Great Auk, dear Passenger Pigeon, dear Panda, dear Whooping Crane; and all you countless others who have played in this our shared Garden in your day: be with us at this time of trial, and strengthen our resolve. Like you, we have enjoyed the air and the sunlight and the moonlight on the water; like you, we have heard the call of the seasons and have answered th.. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 04354f4 | I was tired of her getting away with being so young. | youth | Margaret Atwood | |
| 2857ba3 | I almost gasp: he's said a forbidden word. Sterile. There is no such thing as a sterile man anymore, not officially. There are only women who are fruitful and women who are barren, that's the law. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| aa6fd47 | Not me," said Jimmy, trying to joke. "I don't have a price." Wrong, as usual." | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 1c7c3c2 | In the east a bank of cloud rises up silently like dark bread. | poetry shapechangers-in-winter | Margaret Atwood | |
| e53d993 | What was in them was promise. They dealt in transformations; they suggested an endless series of possibilities, extending like the reflections in two mirrors set facing one another, stretching on, replica after replica, to the vanishing point. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| e205af6 | Though at that time men and women tried each other on, casually, like suits, rejecting whatever did not fit. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 4094358 | He hated being dumped, even though he himself had manoeuvred the event into place. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 4bc7b80 | My desk was a present from Margaret Atwood. After Zen and the Art of Uterus Maintenance sold its first million, she said I needed a place to write, other than the local bus-shelter. | the-writer-s-room | Nuala Ní Chonchúir | |
| 37bbf04 | Bir yumruk onu meydana getiren parmaklarin toplamindan fazla bir seydir. | Margaret Atwood |