I have periods now, like normal girls; I too am among the knowing, I too can sit out volleyball games and go to the nurse's for aspirin and waddle along the halls with a pad like a flattened rabbit tail wadded between my legs, sopping with liver-colored blood.
Margaret AtwoodI am afraid of falling into hopeless despair, over my wasted life, and I am still not sure how it happened.
Margaret AtwoodAll stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.
Margaret Atwood