The Blind Assassin

“What fabrications they are, mothers. Scarecrows, wax dolls for us to stick pins into, crude diagrams. We deny them an existence of their own, we make them up to suit ourselves — our own hungers, our own wishes, our own deficiencies. Now tha I’ve been one myself, I know”

from The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood pg. 94

Advertisements

Comments are closed.

%d bloggers like this: