If you're waiting for the perfect moment, you'll never write a thing because it will never arrive. I have no routine. I have no foolproof anything. There's nothing foolproof.
Margaret AtwoodBut maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away.
Margaret AtwoodThe only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read.
Margaret AtwoodFalling in love, although it resulted in altered body chemistry and was therefore real, was a hormonally induced delusional state, according to him. In addition it was humiliating, because it put you at a disadvantage, it gave the love object too much power. As for sex per se, it lacked both challenge and novelty, and was on the whole a deeply imperfect solution to the problem of intergenerational genetic transfer.
Margaret Atwood