For the children with their greedy little mouths represent the future, which like time itself will devour all now alive.
Margaret AtwoodAnd consider: it is loss to which everything flows, absence in which everything flowers
Margaret AtwoodThere is something powerful in the whispering of obscenities, about those in power. There's something delightful about it, something naughty, secretive, forbidden, thrilling. It's like a spell, of sorts. It deflates them, reduces them to the common denominator where they can be dealt.
Margaret Atwood