Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale
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Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale
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Vanity is becoming a nuisance, I can see why women give it up, eventually. But I’m not ready for that yet.
Cat’s Eye, Margaret Atwood (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
I’m a fool, to confuse this with goodness. I am not good. I know too much to be good. I know myself. I know myself to be vengeful, greedy, secretive and sly.
Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye
Romance takes place in the middle distance. Romance is looking in at yourself through a window clouded with dew. Romance means leaving things out: where life grunts and shuffles, romance only sighs.
Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.
Margaret Atwood, Lady Oracle
Should is a futile word. It’s about what didn’t happen. It belongs in a parallel universe. It belongs in another dimension of space.
Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.
Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride
Here is a handful
of shadow I have brought back to you:
this decay, this hope, this mouth -
ful of dirt, this poetry.
Margaret Atwood, from “Mushrooms” in Selected Poems: Volume 2 (via proustitute)
We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?
Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale
