“They made such a mess of everything. They filled the air with chemicals and radiation and poison! So, God whipped up a special plague. The plague of infertility….As birthrates fell, they made things worse. Birth control pills, morning-after pills, murdering babies. Just so they could have their orgies, their Tinder.”
More from Margaret Atwood
“Pray for us, who once, too, thought we could fly.”
“Every love story is a tragedy if you wait long enough.”
“In this house, little things mean everything.”
“I should be ashamed of myself to take such delight in the suffering of others.”