A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.
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Her own life is placid and satisfactory, but there is nothing much that can be said about happiness.

By Margaret Atwood

There I am, in the Grade Six class picture, smiling broadly.

By Margaret Atwood

Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations.

By Margaret Atwood

Potential has a shelf life.

By Margaret Atwood

The Loneliness of the Military Historian

By Margaret Atwood

Longed for him. Got him. Shit.

By Margaret Atwood

...yes, in the obscured sky a moon does float, newly, a wishing moon, a sliver of ancient rock, a goddess, a wink.

By Margaret Atwood The Handmaid's Tale

If I love you, is that a fact or a weapon?

By Margaret Atwood

This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love.

By Margaret Atwood

The Eskimo has fifty-names for snow because it is important to them; there ought to be as many for love.

By Margaret Atwood

She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.

By Margaret Atwood

A truth should exist,

By Margaret Atwood

Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.

By Margaret Atwood

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

By Margaret Atwood

I don't smile. Why tempt her to friendship?

By Margaret Atwood
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