Now, it's full night, clear, moonless and filled with stars, which are not eternal as we once thought, which are not where we think they are. If they were sounds, they would be echoes, of something th...
Nothing is more difficult than to understand the dead, I've found; but nothing is more dangerous than to ignore them.
Not so her eyes, which were the flat hostile blue of a midsummer sky in bright sunlight, a blue that shuts you out.
No oneever told you greed and hungerare not the same.
No mother is ever, completely, a child's idea of what a mother should be, and I suppose it works the other way around as well. But despite everything, we didn't do badly by one another, we did as well...
No empire imposed by force or otherwise has ever been without this feature: control of the indigenous by members of their own group. In the case of Gilead, there were many women willing to serve as Au...
My name isn't Offred, I have another name, which nobody uses now because it's forbidden. I tell myself it doesn't matter, your name is like your telephone number, useful only to others; but what I tel...
My mother took the train to Halifax to see my father off. It was crammed with men en route to the Front; she could not get a sleeper, so she travelled sitting up. There were feet in the aisles, and bu...
Mushrooms were the roses in the garden of that unseen world, because
Most mothers worry when their daughters reach adolescence but I was the opposite. I relaxed, I sighed with relief. Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. The...
More powerful than God, more evil than the Devil; the poor have it, the rich lack it, and if you eat it you die?
Money isn't the only thing that must flow and circulate in order to have good value: good turns and gifts must flow and circulate . . . for any social system to remain in balance.
Moira had power now, she’d been set loose, she’d set herself loose. She was now a loose woman.I think we found this frightening.Moira was like an elevator with open sides. She made us dizzy. Already w...
Messy love is better than none, I guess. I am no authority on sane living.
Maybe that was the real Bernice, I thought - kind and innocent. Maybe she was truly like that inside, and all the fighting we used to do and all her sharp and unpleasant edges - that was her way of st...
Maybe it’s about who can do what to whom and be forgiven for it.
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.
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.
Like stage magic, knowledge before you knew it took place before your very eyes, but you were looking elsewhere.
Like a White Russian drinking tea in Paris, marooned in the twentieth century, I wander back, try to regain hose distant pathways; I become too maudlin, lose myself. Weep...I sit in the chair and ooze...