The Three of them were beautiful, in the way all girls of that age are beautiful. It can't be helped, that sort of beauty, nor can it be conserved; it's a freshness, a plumpness of the cells, that's unearned and temporary, and that nothing can replicate. None of them was satisfied with it, however; already they were making attempts to alter themselves into some impossible, imaginary mould, plucking and pencilling away at their faces. I didn't blame them, having done the same once myself.
Margaret AtwoodThat is what you have to do before you kill, I thought. You have to create an it, where none was before.
Margaret AtwoodI tend to feel if people say they're going to do something, they will, if given the chance.
Margaret Atwood