Whatโs with her?โ says the painter. โSheโs mad because sheโs a woman,โ Jon says. This is something I havenโt heard for years, not since high school. Once it was a shaming thing to say, and crushing to have it said about you, by a man. It implied oddness, deformity, sexual malfunction. I go to the living room doorway. โIโm not mad because Iโm a woman,โ I say. โIโm mad because youโre an asshole.
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 AtwoodWriting is alone, but I don't think it's lonely. Ask any writer if they feel lonely when they're writing their book, and I think they'll say no.
Margaret Atwood