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In the daylight we know what's gone is gone, but at night it's different. Nothing gets finished, not dying, not mourning;
— Margaret Atwood
That's the kind of stories I know. Sad ones. Anyway, taken to it's logical conclusion, every story is sad, because at the end everyone dies.
— Margaret Atwood
It was Crake preserving his dignity, because the alternative would have been losing it.
— Margaret Atwood
Blessed be those that mourn, for they shall be comforted. Nobody said when.
— Margaret Atwood
I didn't want to identify the body, or see it at all. If you don't see the body, it's easier to believe nobody's dead.
— Margaret Atwood
Blessed be those that mourn, for they shall be comforted. Nobody said when.
— Margaret Atwood
It disturbs me that he can remember some of these things about himself, but not others; that the things he's lost or misplaced exist now only for me. If he's forgotten so much, what have I forgotten?
— Margaret Atwood
Zenia has stolen something from him, the one thing he always kept safe before, from all women, even from Roz. Call it his soul. She slipped it out of his breast pocket when he wasn't looking, easy as rolling a drunk, and looked at it, and bit it to see if it was genuine, and sneered at it for being so small after all, and then tossed it away, because she's the kind of woman who wants what she doesn't have and gets what she wants and then despises what she gets. What
— Margaret Atwood
I watched your snapshot fade for twenty years.
— Margaret Atwood
I agree with you that Gilead ought to fade away-there is too much wrong in it, too much that is false, and too much that is surely contrary to what God intended-but you must permit me some space to mourn the good that will be lost.
— Margaret Atwood
Part of the life she should have had is just a gap, it isn't there, it's nothing.
— Margaret Atwood
there goes this day, down to where all the other days have gone, each one carrying something away with it.
— Margaret Atwood