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“After he had listened to the telephone commercial he scratched the hair on his chest thoughtfully and gave the sort of enthusiastic response for which a whole seminary of admen had no doubt been offering daily prayers.” (The Edible Woman Quotes)
Margaret Atwood
The Edible Woman
“For an instant she felt them, their identities, almost their substance, pass over her head like a wave. At some time she would be — or no, already she was like that too; she was one of them, her body the same, identical, merged with that other flesh that choked the air in the flowered room with its sweet organic scent; she felt suffocated by this thick sargasso-sea of femininity.”
Margaret Atwood
The Edible Woman
“Her metaphors for her children included barnacles encrusting a ship and limpets clinging to a rock.”
Margaret Atwood
The Edible Woman
“I always thought eating was a ridiculous activity anyway. I’d get out of it myself if I could, though you’ve got to do it to stay alive, they tell me.”
Margaret Atwood
The Edible Woman
“I can tell you’re admiring my febrility. I know it’s appealing, I practice at it; every woman loves an invalid. But be careful. You might do something destructive: hunger is more basic than love. Florence Nightingale was a cannibal you know.”
Margaret Atwood
The Edible Woman
“I know I was alright on Friday when I got up; if anything I was feeling more stolid than usual.”
Margaret Atwood
The Edible Woman
“Looking down, she became aware of the water, which was covered with a film of calcinous hard-water particles of dirt and soap, and of the body that was sitting in it, somehow no longer quite her own. All at once she was afraid that she was dissolving, coming apart layer by layer like a piece of cardboard in a gutter puddle.”
Margaret Atwood
The Edible Woman
“She’s against it on principle, and life isn’t run on principles but by adjustments”
Margaret Atwood
The Edible Woman
“That’s the nice thing about me. I’m very flexible, I’m the universal substitute.” He reached up over her head and turned off the light.”
Margaret Atwood
The Edible Woman
“The rest of the park was plain grass, which had turned yellow; it crackled underfoot. This day was going to be like the one before, windless and oppressive. The sky was cloudless but not clear: the air hung heavily, like invisible steam, so that the colours and outlines of objects in the distance were blurred.”
Margaret Atwood
The Edible Woman
“This afternoon held that special quality of mournful emptiness I’ve connected with late Sunday afternoons ever since childhood: the feeling of having nothing to do.”
Margaret Atwood
The Edible Woman
“We get along by a symbiotic adjustment of habits and with a minimum of that pale-mauve hostility you often find among women.”
Margaret Atwood
The Edible Woman
“What a moron I was to think you were sweet and innocent, when it turns out you were actually college-educated the whole time!”
Margaret Atwood
The Edible Woman
