Margaret Atwood was born in 1939 in Ottawa and grew up in northern Ontario, Quebec, and Toronto. She received her undergraduate degree from Victoria College at the University of Toronto and her master's degree from Radcliffe College.Throughout her writing career, Margaret Atwood has received numerous awards and honourary degrees.
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he might die for her, but living for her would be quite different.
We slept in what had once been the gymnasium.
Yelling is a form of publishing
Toast is me. I am toast.
We pulled the seeds out and scattered them on their flossy parachutes, leaving only the leathery brownish yellow tongue, soft as the inside of an elbow.
People dressed in a certain kind of clothing are never wrong. Also they never fart.
Where to start is the problem, because nothing begins when it begins and nothing's over when it's over, and everything needs a preface: a preface, a postscript, a chart of simultaneous events.
Sometimes reactions can be quite surprising: readers like things that you, the author, feel you've barely gotten away with; or they dislike one of the parts you secretly think is one of your little gems.
I've never bought into any sort of hard and fast, this-box/that-box characterization. People are individuals. Yes, they may be expected to be a particular way. But that doesn't mean they're going to be that way.
I meet a lot of readers who first encountered my work in school.
And I can only assume there is another group who would run away very fast if they saw me coming, for exactly the same reason. Reading is individual, and not all tastes are alike.
Women are human beings, and human beings are a very mixed lot.
I've always been against the idea that women were Victorian angels, that they could do no wrong. I've always thought it was horseshit and does nobody any good. Remember, Lizzie Borden got off largely because the cultural agenda had convinced people that women were morally superior to men, so Lizzie Borden was "incapable" of taking the ax and giving her mother 40 whacks.
...and nostalgia swept through Jimmy like a sudden hunger.
There is so much going on all over the world that it's impossible for one person to keep up. And I can't.
Science is not something that exists apart from human beings.
It's one of the things we do as human beings, and we always have done science and technology in some form.
About no subject are poets tempted to lie so much as about their own lives.
We are very short on organs, and the pig solution is probably a lot better than the human clone solution - though maybe not for the pigs.
A lot of the stuff Kafka said he thought was hilariously funny.
I think calling it climate change is rather limiting. I would rather call it the everything change.
You say, The sensed absence of God and the sensed presence amount to much the same thing, only in reverse.
I think of bad news as a huge bird, with the wings of a crow and the face of my Grade Four school teacher, sparse bun, rancid teeth, wrinkly frown, pursed mouth and all, sailing around the world under cover of darkness pleased to be the bearer of ill tidings, carrying a basket of rotten eggs, and knowing- as the sun comes up- exactly where to drop them. On me, for one.
The problem is huge. We've just added seventy-five million people to the already large proportion of people in the world who are malnourished all the time, whose bodies are being starved.
Optimism means better than reality; pessimism means worse than reality. I'm a realist.
It's a feature of our age that if you write a work of fiction, everyone assumes that the people and events in it are disguised biography — but if you write your biography, it's equally assumed you're lying your head off.
I would like to believe this is a story I’m telling.
I need to believe it. I must believe it. Those who can believe that such stories are only stories have a better chance. If it’s a story I’m telling, then I have control over the ending. Then there will be an ending, to the story, and real life will come after it. I can pick up where I left off.
Hunger is a powerful reorganizer of the conscience.
I'm not sure I really am a Humanist. I describe myself as a rigorous agnostic, which means that you cannot declare as a matter of material truth something that is in fact a matter of spiritual belief.
The way love feels is always only approximate.
I would like to be without shame. I would like to be shameless. I would like to be ignorant. Then I would not know how ignorant I was.
Publishing a book is like stuffing a note into a bottle and hurling it into the sea.
But maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away.
Love is the pursuit of shadows.
art happens. It happens when you have the craft and the vocation and are waiting for something else, something extra, or maybe not waiting; in any case it happens. It's the extra rabbit coming out of the hat, the one you didn't put there.
You might 'write from the heart,' but you'd better polish with your brain.
Some of the old diseases that we think are gone - case in point, measles - are back, now that somebody has spread around, in a very wicked way, the idea that these inoculations were making children autistic. Now we're getting outbreaks that are killing children. The end result is, if you create a population that lacks immunity, and diseases are still there, you're going to get outbreaks and you're going to get death.
How old do you have to get before wisdom descends like a plastic bag over your head and you learn to keep your big mouth shut? Maybe never. Maybe you get more frivolous with age.