to fix and make plausible, the nebulous emotions of my costumed heroins, like diamonds on a sea of dough.
Margaret AtwoodHer glass wings are gone.
Margaret AtwoodI grew sodden with light; my skin on the inside glowed a dull red.
Margaret AtwoodBelow me, in the foundations of the house, I could hear the clothes I'd buried there growing themselves a body.
Margaret AtwoodI would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
Margaret AtwoodDon't let the bastards grind you down.
Margaret AtwoodTags: inspirational
Imagine a famine. Now imagine a piece of bread. Both of these things are real but you happen to be in the same room with only one of them. Put yourself into a different room, that’s what the mind is for.
Margaret AtwoodThe true story is vicious and multiple and untrue after all. Why do you need it? Don’t ever ask for the true story.
Margaret AtwoodTags: atwood
We slept in what had once been the gymnasium.
Margaret AtwoodTags: first-sentence
Ten days after the war ended, my sister Laura drove a car off a bridge.
Margaret AtwoodTags: first-sentence
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