Ah men, why do you want all this attention? I can write poems for myself, make love to a doorknob if absolutely necessary. What do you have to offer me I can't find otherwise except humiliation? Which I no longer need.
Margaret AtwoodI have long since decided if you wait for the perfect time to write, you'll never write. There is no time that isn't flawed somehow.
Margaret AtwoodSpeculative fiction encompasses that which we could actually do. Sci-fi is that which we're probably not going to see.
Margaret AtwoodFalling in love, although it resulted in altered body chemistry and was therefore real, was a hormonally induced delusional state, according to him. In addition it was humiliating, because it put you at a disadvantage, it gave the love object too much power. As for sex per se, it lacked both challenge and novelty, and was on the whole a deeply imperfect solution to the problem of intergenerational genetic transfer.
Margaret AtwoodA non-event ... is better to write about than an event, because with a non-event you can make up the meaning yourself, it means whatever you say it means.
Margaret AtwoodHome is where the heart is, I thought now, gathering myself together in Betty's Luncheonette. I had no heart any more, it had been broken; or not broken, it simply wasn't there any more. It had been scooped neatly out of me like the yolk from a hard-boiled egg, leaving the rest of me bloodless and congealed and hollow. I'm heartless, I thought. Therefore I'm homeless.
Margaret Atwood