She began to fret about God's exact location. It was the Sunday-school teacher's fault: God is everywhere, she'd said, and Laura wanted to know: was God in the sun, was God in the moon, was God in the kitchen, the bathroom, was he under the bed?...Laura didn't want God popping our at her unexpectedly...Probably God was in the boom closet. It seemed the most likely place. He was lurking in there like some eccentric and possibly dangerous uncle, but she couldn't be certain whether he was there at any given moment because she was afraid to open the door. "god is in your heart", said the Sunday-school teacher, and that was even worse. If in the broom closet, something might have been possible, such as locking the door.
Margaret AtwoodBecause they were ready for us, and waiting. The moment of betrayal is the worst, the moment when you know beyond any doubt that you've been betrayed: that some other human being has wished you that much evil.
Margaret AtwoodStichwörter: chapter-30
What we prayed for was emptiness, so we would be worthy to be filled: with grace, with love, with self-denial, semen and babies.
Margaret AtwoodIf I have an egg, what more can I want?
Margaret AtwoodIt's hard to be afraid of a man who is sitting watching you put on hand lotion.
Margaret AtwoodFlowers, for instance, because where would we be without them?
Margaret AtwoodA space-time, between here and now and there and then, puncuated by dinner
Margaret AtwoodThe world is full of weapons if you're looking for them.
Margaret AtwoodShe who weeps when the sun’s in sky, Will never pile the platter high.
Margaret AtwoodHe was twisted as a pretzel, he was a tinfoil-halo shitnosed frogstomping king rat asshole, but he wasn't stupid.
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