I marvel again at the nakedness of men's lives: the showers right out in the open, the body exposed for inspection and comparison, the public display of privates. What is it for? What purposes of reassurance does it serve? The flashing of a badge, look, everyone, all is in order, I belong here. Why don't women have to prove to one another that they are women? Some form of unbuttoning, some split-crotch routine, just as casual. A doglike sniffing.
Margaret AtwoodYou 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 AtwoodOne good maxim to keep in mind, and I can't remember who said it, "You meet the same people on the way down that you meet on the way up, but you're going the other way."
Margaret AtwoodYou want the truth, of course. You want me to put two and two together. But two and two doesnโt necessarily get you the truth. Two and two equals a voice outside the window. Two and two equals the wind. The living bird is not its labeled bones.
Margaret Atwood