“ Is it real? No, it is not real. What is this not real? Not real can tell us about real. Margaret Atwood
“ I wish I didn't have to think about you. You wanted to impress me; well, I'm not impressed, I'm disgusted...You wanted to make damn good and sure I'd never be able to turn over in bed again without fe… Margaret Atwood
“ I try not to think too much. Like other things now, thought must be rationed. There's a lot that doesn't bear thinking about. Margaret Atwood
“ I have periods now, like normal girls; I too am among the knowing, I too can sit out volleyball games and go to the nurse's for aspirin and waddle along the halls with a pad like a flattened rabbit ta… Margaret Atwood
“ I am not scoffing at goodness, which is far more difficult to explain than evil, and just as complicated. But sometimes it's hard to put up with. Margaret Atwood
“ He put his arms around me. We were both feeling miserable. How were we to know we were happy, even then? Because we at least had that: arms, around. Margaret Atwood
“ For present purposes he’s shortened the name. He’s only Snowman. He’s kept the abominable to himself, his own secret hair shirt. Margaret Atwood
“ Falling in love, I said. Falling into it, we all did then, one way or another. How could we have made such light of it? Sneered even. As if it was trivial for us, a frill, whim. It was, on the contrar… Margaret Atwood
