Margaret Atwood |
I've never understood why people consider youth a time of freedom and joy. It's probably because they have forgotten their own.
The eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.
Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.
Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life-sized.
You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself.
The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.