“What use is moonlight?
I reach into it, fingers open,
and my hand is silvered
and blessed, and comes back to me holding
nothing.”
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.”