More from Margaret Atwood
- All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always approximate.
- Beginnings are sudden, but also insidious. They creep up on you sideways, they keep to the shadows, they lurk unrecognized. Then, later, they spring.
- Better not to invent her in her absence. Better to wait until she's actually here. Then he can make her up as she goes along.
- Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the blind shadow cast by its absence.
- The beginning of Canadian cultural nationalism was not "Am I really that oppressed?" but "Am I really that boring?"
- The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total.
Last reviewed 2026-07-06