Come away with me, he said, we will live on a desert island. I said, I am a desert island. It was not what he had in mind.
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 AtwoodThe road to death is a lonely highway, and longer than it apears, even when it leads straight down from the scaffold, by way of a rope; and it's a dark road, with never any moon shining on it, to light your way.
Margaret AtwoodI feel like cotton candy: sugar and air. Squeeze me and Iād turn into a small sickly damp wad of weeping pinky-red.
Margaret AtwoodFor an instant she felt them, their identities, almost their substance, pass over her head like a wave. At some time she would be ā or no, already she was like that too; she was one of them, her body the same, identical, merged with that other flesh that choked the air in the flowered room with its sweet organic scent; she felt suffocated by this thick sargasso-sea of femininity.
Margaret Atwood