All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.
Margaret AtwoodDon't let the bastards grind you down. I repeat this to myself but it conveys nothing. You might as well say, Don't let there be air; or Don't be. I suppose you could say that.
Margaret AtwoodThe alcohol smell is on my fingers, cold and remote, piercing like a steel pin going in. It smells like white enamel basins. When I look up at the stars in the nighttime, cold and white and sharp, I think they must smell like that.
Margaret AtwoodDonโt sit down in the middle of the woods. If youโre lost in the plot or blocked, retrace your steps to where you went wrong. Then take the other road. And/or change the person. Change the tense. Change the opening page.
Margaret Atwood