Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck.
Margaret AtwoodA suicide is both a rebuke to the living and a puzzle that defies them to solve it. Like a poem, suicide is finished and refuses to answer questions as to its final cause.
Margaret AtwoodThose who live alone slide into the habit of vertical eating: why bother with the niceties when there's no one to share or censure? But laxity in one area may lead to derangement in all.
Margaret Atwood