And yes, I know it's you; and that is what we will come to, sooner or later, when it's even darker than it is now, when the snow is colder, when it's darkest and coldest and candles are no longer any use to us and the visibility is zero: yes. It's still you. It's still you.
Margaret AtwoodTo take that risk, to offer life and remain alive, open yourself like this and become whole.
Margaret AtwoodI lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.
Margaret AtwoodAll I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate.
Margaret Atwood