Quotes from Margaret Atwood

But maybe boredom is erotic, when women do it, for men.   I

Disguise is easier when you're young.

The butter is greasy and it will go rancid and I will smell like an old cheese; but at least it's organic, as they used to say. To such devices we have descended.

Time comes in waves here, a sickness, one day after the other rolling on; I move up, it's called awake, then down into the uneasy nights but never forward.

I saw you as another god.

Don't cry any more, she tells herself. Just do one thing at a time. Get from hour to hour and day to day like a frog jumping lily pads.

The doctors, the dentists, the lawyers, the accountants: in the new world of Gilead, as in the old, their sins are frequently forgiven them.

It's possible to go so far in, so far down and back, they could never get you out.

Messy love is better than none. I guess. I'm no authority on sane living.

Bir yumruk onu meydana getiren parmaklar?n toplam?ndan fazla bir ?eydir.

They put the picture in the window when they have something, take it away when they don't. Sign language.

It's wonderful to hear his voice, even if she can't depend on having any sort of a conversation with him. His interventions tend to be one-sided: if she answers him, he doesn't often answer back. But it was always more or less like that between them.

It would make me feel that I have power. But such a feeling would be an illusion, and too risky.

Maybe she herself is a kind of fatal woman, like Marilyn Monroe in Niagara, with invisible spider webs coming out of her, entangling men because they can't help it, and the spider can't help it either because it's her nature. Maybe she's doomed to be sticky.

Actually, they took turns trying to avoid being the victims. That's the whole point about war!

Nothing helps gluttony along so well as eating food you don't have to pay for yourself

Of course there are mothers, squeezing their breasts dry, pawning their bodies, shedding teeth for their children, or that's our fond belief. But remember - Hansel and Gretel were dumped in the forest because their parents were starving.

Five members of the heretical sect of Quakers have been arrested," he says, smiling blandly, "and more arrests are anticipated." Two of the Quakers appear onscreen, a man and a woman. They look terrified, but they're trying to preserve some dignity in front of the camera. The man has a large dark mark on his forehead; the woman's veil has been torn off, and her hair falls in strands over her face. Both of them are about fifty.

Besides, who would think of marrying a mothball? A question my mother put to me often, later, in other forms.

While I read, the Commander sits and watches me doing it, without speaking but also without taking his eyes off me. This watching is a curiously sexual act, and I feel undressed while he does it.

She's a lean vixen: I can see the ribs, the sly trickster's eyes, filled with longing and desperation, the skinny feet, adept at lies. Why encourage the notion of virtuous poverty? It's only an excuse for zero charity. Hunger corrupts, and absolute hunger corrupts absolutely

But I'm ravenous for news, any kind of news; even if it's false news, it must mean something. We

You create your own world by your inner attitude, the Gardeners used to say.

She wants to jig and amble, she wants to lisp, she wants to suck the last slurp of essence out of his almost-voided cranium. Avaunt, wanton!