These things sneak up on him for no reason, these flashes of irrational happiness. It's probably a vitamin deficiency.

"Where do the words gowhen we have said them?"

Margaret Atwood

"A Tennyson garden, heavy with scent, languid; the return of the word swoon."

Margaret Atwood

"A word after a word after a word is power."

Margaret Atwood

"The sun is free, it is still there to be enjoyed."

Margaret Atwood

"« Stan wants to see them work the facial features, especially the smiles. He has a professional interest, from his job at Dimple. The Empathy Model he’d worked on could smile, but it was the same smile every time. Though what else did you need for checking out groceries? Put two eyes on anything and basically it looks like a face. »."

Margaret Atwood

"In my dreams of this city I am always lost."

Margaret Atwood