When you are in the middle of a story it isn't a story at all, but only a confusion; a dark roaring, a blindness, a wreckage of shattered glass and splintered wood; like a house in a whirlwind, or else a boat crushed by the icebergs or swept over the rapids, and all aboard powerless to stop it. It's only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all. When you are telling it, to yourself or to someone else.
Margaret AtwoodScience never makes things that do not have to do with what we feel, by which I mean what we want and what we fear.
Margaret AtwoodWe love each other, thatโs true whatever it means, but we arenโt good at it; for some itโs a talent, for others only an addiction.
Margaret Atwood