13 Inspiring Quotes from Morning in the Burned House (by Margaret Atwood)

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Morning in the Burned House Quotes

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 dinner, though Lord knows I don’t go out of my way to be scary.I wear dresses of sensible cutand unalarming shades of beige, I smell of lavender and go to the hairdresser’s:no prophetess mane of mine, complete with snakes, will frighten the youngsters.If I roll my eyes and mutter, if I clutch at my heart and scream in horrorlike a third-rate actress chewing up a mad scene, I do it in private and nobody seesbut the bathroom mirror.In general I might agree with you:women should not contemplate war, should not weigh tactics impart

— 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 men back their worse suspicions:that everything’s for sale

— 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


The truth is seldom welcome, especially at dinner.

— 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


This form of love is like the painof childbirth: so intenseit’s hard to remember afterwards

— 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 white knife of a smile, who knows just where she’s going:to steal somethingthat doesn’t belong to her -some chicken, or one more chance, or other life.

— 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


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, adept at lies.Why encourage the notionof virtuous poverty?It’s only an excusefor zero charity.Hunger corrupts, and absolute hungercorrupts absolutely

— 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 emerges.It can happen at any moment.It can happen in the morning, you in the kitchen going throughyour mild routines.Plate, cup, knife.All at once there’s no blue, no green, no warning.

— 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 our fond belief.But remember – Hanseland Gretel were dumped in the forestbecause their parents were starving.

— 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