Quotes by Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House

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The truth is seldom welcome, especially at dinner. — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
from under the ground, from under the waters,they clutch at us, they clutch at us,we won’t let go. — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
Like preachers, I sell vision,like perfume ads, desireor its facsimile. Like jokesor war, it’s all in the timing.I sell — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
Of course there are mothers,squeezing their breastsdry, pawning their bodies,shedding teeth for their children,or that’s — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
This form of love is like the painof childbirth: so intenseit's hard to remember afterwards, — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
Messy love is better than none.I guess. I'm no authorityon sane living. — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
It's all about sex and territory,which are what will finish us offin the long run. — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
They were wrong about the sun.It does not go down into the underworld at night.The sun leaves merelyand the underworld e — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
The Loneliness of the Military HistorianConfess: it's my professionthat alarms you.This is why few people ask me to dinn — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
I wonderif I should let my hair go greyso my advice will be better. — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
She’s a lean vixen: I can seethe ribs, the slytrickster’s eyes, filled with longing and desperation, the skinnyfeet, ade — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
Sauve qui peut. To survivewe’d all turn thiefand rascal, or so says the fox,with her coat of an elegant scoundrel,her wh — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
Girl Without HandsWalking through the ruinson your way to workthat do not look like ruinswith the sunlight pouring overt — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House