Despite their cool poses they wear their cravings on the outside, like the suckers on a squid. They want it all.
Margaret AtwoodIt's his word against the Commander's, unless he wants to head a posse. Kick in the door, and what did I tell you? Caught in the act, sinfully Scrabbling. Quick, eat those words.
Margaret AtwoodAnd consider: it is loss to which everything flows, absence in which everything flowers
Margaret Atwood