The prospect of his future life stretched before him like a sentence; not a prison sentence but a long-winded sentence with a lot of unnecessary subordinate clauses, as he was soon in the habit of quipping during Happy Hour pickup time at the local campus bars and pubs. He couldnโt say he was looking forward to it, this rest-of-his-life.
Margaret AtwoodWe still think of a powerful man as a born leader and a powerful woman as an anomaly.
Margaret AtwoodShe had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory.
Margaret Atwood