Stick a shovel into the ground almost anywhere and some horrible thing or other will come to light. Good for trade, we thrive on bones; without them there'd be no stories.
Margaret AtwoodIf I am good enough and quiet enough, perhaps after all they will let me go; but itโs not easy being quiet and good, itโs like hanging on to the edge of a bridge when youโve already fallen over; you donโt seem to be moving, just dangling there, and yet it is taking all your strength.
Margaret AtwoodI look up at the ceiling, tracing the foliage of the wreath. Today it makes me think of a hat, the large-brimmed hats women used to wear at some period during the old days: hats like enormous halos, festooned with fruit and flowers, and the feathers of exotic birds; hats like an idea of paradise, floating just above the head, a thought solidified.
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