Quotes by Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

Explore a curated collection of 73 quotes by Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin. Discover timeless wisdom, insightful thoughts, and memorable words that have inspired readers around the world. Browse through the gallery below and click on any quote to read more.

How could I have been so ignorant? she thinks. So stupid, so unseeing, so given over to carelessness. But without such i — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy maz — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
What is it the I'll want from you? Not love: that would be too much to ask. Not forgiveness, which isn't yours to bestow — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
I'm not senile," I snapped. "If I burn the house down it will be on purpose. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, an — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
There were a lot of gods. Gods always come in handy, they justify almost anything. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the co — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Better not to invent her in her absence. Better to wait until she's actually here. Then he can make her up as she goes a — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
You shouldn't do that," said Laura. "You could set yourself on fire. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Perhaps they were looking for passion; perhaps they delved into this book as into a mysterious parcel - a gift box at th — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we're still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
It wasn't so easy though, ending the war. A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far, and settle slowly. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Could it be he was feeling a certain nostalgia for the war, despite its stench and meaningless carnage? For that questio — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
How did the war creep up? How did it gather itself together? What was it made from? What secrets, lies, betrayals? What — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
What you don’t know won’t hurt you. A dubious maxim: sometimes what you don’t know can hurt you very much. — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
She did understand, or at least she understood that she was supposed to understand. She understood, and said nothing abo — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
They were new money, without a doubt: so new it shrieked. Their clothes looked as it they'd covered themselves in glue, — Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin