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 AtwoodWaste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?
Margaret AtwoodPerhaps he's reached that state of intoxication which power is said to inspire, the state in which you believe you are indispensable and can therefore do anything, absolutely anything you feel like, anything at all.
Margaret AtwoodModesty is invisibility...Never forget it. To be seen—to be seen—is to be...penetrated. What you must be girls, is impenetrable.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés fear dogma dystopia modesty
He throws out radiance, it must be reflected sun. Why isn't everyone staring?
Margaret AtwoodShould is a futile word. It's about what didn't happen. It belongs in a parallel universe. It belongs in another dimension of space.
Margaret AtwoodThe young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés love lust young-love
Don't blame me, blame history, he says, smiling. Such things happen. Falling in love has been recorded, or at least those words have.
Margaret AtwoodI am not my childhood,' Snowman says out loud.
Margaret AtwoodIt made him feel invisible—not that he wanted to feel anything else.
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