This is what I miss, Cordelia: not something thatโs gone, but something that will never happen. Two old women giggling over their tea.
Margaret AtwoodJimmy had been full of himself back then, thinks Snowman with indulgence and a little envy. Heโd been unhappy too, of course. It went without saying, his unhappiness. Heโd put a lot of energy into it.
Margaret Atwoodat last you, will say (maybe without speaking) (there are mountains inside your skull garden and chaos, ocean and hurricane; certain corners of rooms, portraits of great-grandmothers, curtains of a particular shade; your deserts; your private dinosaurs; the first woman) all i need to know: tell me everything just as it was from the beginning.
Margaret AtwoodTo live in prison is to live without mirrors. To live without mirrors is to live without the self. She is living selflessly, she finds a hole in the stone wall and on the other side of the wall, a voice. The voice comes through darkness and has no face. This voice becomes her mirror.
Margaret Atwood