“Murderess is a strong word to have attached to you. It has a smell to it, that word - musky and oppressive, like dead flowers in a vase. Sometimes at night I whisper it over to myself:. It rustles, like a taffeta skirt across the floor.”

— Margaret Atwood , book Alias Grace

Source: Alias Grace

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Canadian writer 1939

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