You can wipe your feet on me, twist my motives around all you like, you can dump millstones on my head and drown me in the river, but you canโt get me out of the story. Iโm the plot, babe, and donโt ever forget it.
Margaret AtwoodAll writers must go from now to once a upon a time; all must go from here to there; all must descend to where the stories are kept; all must take care not to be captured and held immobile by the past.
Margaret AtwoodAnd yes, I know it's you; and that is what we will come to, sooner or later, when it's even darker than it is now, when the snow is colder, when it's darkest and coldest and candles are no longer any use to us and the visibility is zero: yes. It's still you. It's still you.
Margaret Atwood