7.23.2006

I love Margaret Atwood.

Our problem, I thought, was that neither the world around us nor the future stretching before us contained any image of what we might conceivably become. We were stranded in the present as in a stalled, otherwise empty subway train, and in this isolation we clutched morosely at each other's shadows.
- Hair Jewellery

Maybe I'm not a confused human being with problems, maybe I'm something altogether different, an artichoke...
- Under Glass

Yes. She is my hero and I really would like to work on sleeping with her before one of us dies.

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