This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love. - Margaret Atwood

How tedious is a tyranny in the throes of enactment. It’s always the same plot.

One and one and one and one doesn't equal four. Each one remains unique, there is no way of joining them together. They cannot be exchanged, one for the other. They cannot replace each other.

We’re stretched thin, all of us; we vibrate; we quiver, we’re always on the alert. Reign of terror, they used to say, but terror does not exactly reign. Instead it paralyzes. Hence the unnatural quiet.