I feel like cotton candy: sugar and air. Squeeze me and Iād turn into a small sickly damp wad of weeping pinky-red.
Margaret AtwoodThen sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave - The water below is as dark as the grave, And maybe you'll sink in your little blue boat - It's hope, and hope only, that keeps us afloat
Margaret AtwoodI'm with the spirit of Earth-Day-yet-to-come. Nobody can really predict the future, all you can do is look at trends, and that could change at any moment.
Margaret Atwood