Time is compressed like the fist I close on my knee… I hold inside it the clues and solutions and the power for what I must do now. – Margaret Atwood
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. – Margaret Atwood
Time is compressed like the fist I close on my knee… I hold inside it the clues and solutions and the power for what I must do now. – Margaret Atwood
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. – Margaret Atwood
Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life-sized. – Margaret Atwood