I sit at the little table, eating creamed corn with a fork. I have a fork and a spoon, but never a knife. When there's meat they cut it up for me ahead of time, as if I'm lacking manual skills or teeth. I have both, however. That's why I'm not allowed a knife.
Margaret AtwoodThe leader had a beard and was wearing a caftan that looked as if it had been sewn by elves on hash.
Margaret AtwoodTags: humour
History is a construct...Any point of entry is possible and all choices are arbitrary. Still there are definitive moments...We can look at these events and say that after them things were never the same again.
Margaret AtwoodTags: history womens-history evolution-of-thought
The sun was up, the room already too warm. Light filtered in through the net curtains, hanging suspended in the air, sediment in a pond. My head felt like a sack of pulp. Still in my nightgown, damp from some fright I'd pushed aside like foliage, I pulled myself up and out of my tangled bed, then forced myself through the usual dawn rituals - the ceremonies we perform to make ourselves look sane and acceptable to other people. The hair must be smoothed down after whatever apparitions have made it stand on end during the night, the expression of staring disbelief washed from the eyes. The teeth brushed, such as they are. God knows what bones I'd been gnawing in my sleep.
Margaret AtwoodTags: sleep morning sleeping waking-up wake-up
They were both in their own ways earnest; they both wanted to achieve some worthy end or other, change the world for the better. Such alluring, such perilous ideals!
Margaret AtwoodTags: ideals change-the-world earnest
Bless you. Be careful. Anyone intending to meddle with words needs such blessing, such warning.
Margaret AtwoodTags: writing warning blessing
Death makes me hungry. Maybe it's because I've been emptied; or maybe it's the body's way of seeing to it that I remain alive.
Margaret AtwoodNature demands variety, for men. It stands to reason, it's a part of the procreational strategy. It's Nature's Plan. Women know that instinctively. Why did they buy so many different clothes, in the old days? To trick the men into thinking they were several different women. A new one each day.
Margaret AtwoodWars happen because the ones who start them think they can win.
Margaret AtwoodTags: war
But who can remember pain, once it's over?
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