The Handmaid’s Tale
“I feel like cotton candy: sugar and air. Squeeze me and I’d turn into a small sickly damp wad of weeping pinky-red.”
from The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood pg. 117
The Handmaid’s Tale
“Time has not stood still. It has washed over me, washed me away, as if I’m nothing more than a woman of sand, left by a careless child too near the water.”
from The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood pg. 296
The Handmaid’s Tale
“There remains a mirror, on the hall wall. If I turn my head so that the white wings framing my face direct my vision towards it, I can see as I go down the stairs, round, convex, a pier glass, like the eye of a fish, and myself in it like a distorted shadow, a parody of something, some fairy-tale figure in a red cloak, descending towards a moment of carelessness that is the same as danger. A Sister, dipped in blood.”
from The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood pg. 11
