Margaret Atwood, The Tent

"Time folds you in its arms and gives you one last kiss, and then it flattens you out and folds you up and tucks you away until it's time for you to become someone else's past time, and then time folds again."

"A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness."

"Our heaven is their hell, said God. I like a balanced universe."