We shouldn't have been so scornful; we should have had compassion. But compassion takes work, and we were young.
Margaret AtwoodHere and there are worms, evidence of the fertility of the soil, caught by the sun, half dead; flexible and pink, like lips.
Margaret AtwoodA reader can never tell if it's a real thimble or an imaginary thimble, because by the time you're reading it, they're the same. It's a thimble. It's in the book.
Margaret AtwoodWhen I am lonely for boys itโs their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. Looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights. My love for them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess. Donโt move, I think. Stay like that, let me have that.
Margaret Atwood