Cat's Eye

by Margaret Atwood

The trick with these silent words is to walk in the spaces between them, turn sideways in your head, evade. Like walking through walls.

We fight over our right to remain children.

I was unfair to him, of course, but where would I have been without unfairness? In thrall, in harness. Young women need unfairness, it’s one of their few defenses. They need their callousness, they need their ignorance. They walk in the dark, along the edges of high cliffs, humming to themselves, thinking themselves invulnerable.

Women collect grievances, hold grudges and change shape. They pass hard, legitimate judgments, unlike the purblind guesses of men, fogged with romanticism and ignorance and bias and wish. Women know too much, they can neither be deceived nor trusted. I can understand why men are afraid of them, as they are frequently accused of being.

eventually there’s nothing you can put into your mouth without tasting the death in it.