45 Quotes About Margaret-atwood

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I took the one most travelled by. It was littered with corpses, as such roads are. But as you will have noticed, my own corpse is not among them.

Nobody is any authority of the fucks other people give.

She had an idea, but it was the wrong idea. It was hardly even an idea, just a white idea balloon with no writing inside it.

Mitch looks in her direction. He can't meet her eyes. It's as if she's semi-invisible, a kind of hovering blur.

How shrunk, how dwindled, in our timesCreation's mighty seed -For Man has broke the FellowshipWith murder, lust, and greed.

She doesn't think it's a good idea to know the future, because you can hardly ever change it, so why suffer twice?

Roz is crying again. What she's mourning is her own good will. She tried so hard, she tried so hard to be kind and nurturing, to do the best thing. But Tony and the twins were right: no matter what you do, somebody always gets boiled.

Already they're the objects of narrow sideways looks, as if they had something to do with it; already they've assumed the cornered, angry air of the consciously innocent. I'm sure they're blameless, but they're alive, and whoever's left alive gets blamed. That's the rule in things like this. Unfair, but there it is.

Art is long and life is brief and mortality looms.