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

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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

The English Patient

“He glares out, each eye a path, down the long bed at the end of which is Hana.  After she has bathed him she breaks the tip off an ampoule and turns to him with the morphine.  An effigy. A bed.  He rides the boat of morphine.  It races in him, imploding time and geography the way maps compress the world onto a two-dimensional sheet of paper.”

from The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje pg. 161

The English Patient

“Moments before sleep are when she feels most alive, leaping across fragments of the day, bringing each moment into the bed with her like a child with schoolbooks and pencils.”

from The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje pg. 35