Sanity is a valuable possesion; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money. I save it, so I will have enough, when the time comes. - Margaret Atwood

Sanity is a valuable possession: I hoard it the way people once hoarded money.

A prison does not only lock its inmates inside, it keeps all others out. Her strongest prison is of her own construction.

If there were no emptiness, there would be no life.

Murderess, murderess, he whispers to himself. It has an allure, a scent almost. Hothouse gardenias. Lurid, but also furtive. He imagines himself breathing it as he draws Grace towards him, pressing his mouth against her. Murderess. He applies it to her throat like a brand.