Canada was built on dead beavers.
MARGARET ATWOODAlthough from you I far must roam, do not be broken hearted. We two, who in the souls are one, are never truly parted.
More Margaret Atwood Quotes
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Don’t misunderstand me. I am not scoffing at goodness, which is far more difficult to explain than evil, and far more complicated. But sometimes it’s hard to put up with.
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I walk away from him. It’s enormously pleasing to me, this walking away. It’s like being able to make people appear and vanish, at will.
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The biggest debt is always the government debt; it’s always debt that government has run up on your behalf.
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Fatigue is here, in my body, in my legs and eyes. That is what gets you in the end. Faith is only a word, embroidered.
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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.
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Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?
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The object is very clear in the fight against racism; you have reasons why you’re opposed to it. But when you’re writing a novel, you don’t want the reader to come out of it voting yes or no to some question. Life is more complicated than that.
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The best way of being kind to bears is not to be very close to them.
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Better never means better for everyone… It always means worse, for some.
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Although from you I far must roam, do not be broken hearted. We two, who in the souls are one, are never truly parted.
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I’m a novelist, and idle speculation is what novelists do. How odd to spend one’s life trying to pretend that non-existent people are real: though no odder, I suppose, than what government bureaucrats do, which is trying to pretend that real people are non-existent.
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There’s always something to occupy the inquiring mind.
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Maybe that’s what love is, I thought: it’s being pissed off.
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And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional.
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I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.
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