“When you are in the middle of a story, it isn’t a story at all, but only a confusion, a dark roaring blindness, a wreckage of shattered glass and splintered wood or else a boat crushed by the icebergs or swept over the rapids and all onboard powerless to stop it. It’s only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all. When you are telling it to yourself or to someone else’ MARGARET ATWOOD.”

“When you are in the middle of a story, it isn’t a story at all, but only a confusion, a dark roaring blindness, a wreckage of shattered glass and splintered wood or else a boat crushed by the icebergs or swept over the rapids and all onboard powerless to stop it. It’s only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all. When you are telling it to yourself or to someone else’ MARGARET ATWOOD.”

— Daniella Moyles