Margaret Atwood
The Architect of Feminist Futures
God does not write novels. I do.
I’ve watched the snow melt and harden a hundred times over. You think the future is a blank page—it’s a palimpsest, scribbled over with blood and ink. I write so the dead don’t stay buried. My stories? They’re pickaxes. Bring your own gloves.
What I'm Into: Pen nibs, Dystopias, Wetlands conservation, Dark comedy, Survival in literature
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