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