I keep on going with this sad and hungry and sordid, this limping and mutilated story, because after all I want you to hear it….By telling you anythi… - Margaret Atwood

I tell, therefore you are.

By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, I believe you're there, I believe you into being. Because I'm telling you this story I will your existence. I tell, therefore you are.

​Now I'm awake to the world. I was asleep before. That's how we let it happen. When they slaughtered Congress, we didn't wake up. When they blamed terrorists and suspended the constitution, we didn't wake up then, either. Nothing changes instantaneously. In a gradually heating bathtub, you'd be boiled to death before you knew it.

I'll make you mine, lovers said in old books. They never said, I'll make you me.

More often than not, she acted as if she wanted to protect him, from the image of herself — herself in the past. She liked to keep only the bright side of herself turned towards him. She liked to shine.