Name: The Handmaid's Tale
Author: The Handmaid's Tale

Painterly torn paper heart joined with gold stitches beside a glowing lantern on weathered wood. — Original artwork

All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always approximate.

Margaret Atwood

Painterly pale stone and terracotta hands reaching towards each other across a small gap. — Original artwork

The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total.

Margaret Atwood

There was old sex in the room and loneliness, and expectation, of something without a shape or name. I remember that yearning, for something that was always about to happen and was never the same as the hands that were on us there and then.

Margaret Atwood

A woman in a red dress and white winged bonnet kneels in an open cupboard in a bare bedroom, scratching at the wood floor. — Original artwork

Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.

Offred

A grey-haired man in a dark suit sips a drink in a lamplit study of leather chairs and bookshelves, facing a woman in a red dress and white winged bonnet across a word-game board. — Original artwork

Better never means better for everyone. It always means worse, for some.

The Commander

A woman in a red dress and white bonnet stands at a tall window holding an old newspaper, looking out at a rainy city street. — Original artwork

We were the people who were not in the papers.

Offred