Quotes about Equality
Freedom, like everything else, is relative.
— Margaret Atwood
Mary: Some call this Eve's curse, but I think that is stupid because the real curse of Eve was having to put up with the nonsense of Adam.
— Margaret Atwood
I marvel again at the nakedness of men's lives: the showers right out in the open, the body exposed for inspection and comparison, the public display of privates. What is it for? What purposes of reassurance does it serve? The flashing of a badge, look, everyone, all is in order, I belong here. Why don't women have to prove to one another that they are women? Some form of unbuttoning, some split-crotch routine, just as casual. A doglike sniffing.
— Margaret Atwood
Maybe it's about who can do what to whom and can be forgiven for it. Never tell me it amounts to the same thing.
— Margaret Atwood
Tell me, Elly Kleinman, why do men feel threatened by women?
— Margaret Atwood
That way nobody feels exploited." "Wait a minute," says Stan. "Nobody's exploited?" "I said nobody feels exploited," says Budge. "Different thing.
— Margaret Atwood
Better never means better for everyone, he says. It always means worse, for some.
— Margaret Atwood
But if you happen to be a man, sometime in the future, and you've made it this far, please remember: you will never be subjected to the temptation of feeling you must forgive, a man, as a woman.
— Margaret Atwood
I don't want a man around, what use are they except for ten seconds' worth of half babies. A man is just a woman's strategy for making other women.
— Margaret Atwood
They say: Speak for us (to whom?) Some say: Avenge us (on whom?) Some say: Take our place. Some say: Witness Others say (and these are women) Be happy for us.
— Margaret Atwood
xxx all souls are equal in heaven. Only in heaven, I thought. And this is not heaven. This is a place for snakes and ladders, and though I was once high up on a ladder propped up against the Tree of Life, now I've slid down a snake. How gratifying for the others to witness my fall!
— Margaret Atwood
Maybe all women should be robots, he thinks with a tinge of acid: the flesh-and-blood ones are out of control.
— Margaret Atwood