But maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away. - Margaret Atwood

When power is scarce, a little of it is tempting.

In front of us, to the right, is the store where we order dresses. Some people call them habits, a good word for them. Habits are hard to break.

You believed you could transcend the body as you aged, she tells herself. You believed you could rise above it, to a serene, nonphysical realm. But it’s only through ecstasy you can do that, and ecstasy is achieved through the body itself. Without the bone and sinew of wings, no flight. Without that ecstasy you can only be dragged further down by the body, into its machinery. Its rusting, creaking, vengeful, brute machinery.