  So I'm reading Margaret Atwood again... "Out of the gravel there are peonies growing They come up through the loose grey pebbles, their buds testing the air like snails' eyes, then swelling and opening, huge dark red flowers all shining and glossy like satin. Then the burst and fall to the ground. " "If I am good enough and quiet enough, perhaps after all they will let me go; but it's not easy being quiet and good, it's like hanging on to the edge of a bridge when you've already fallen over; you don't seem to be moving, just dangling there, and yet it it taking all your strength. " --Alias Grace for other margaret atwood quotes see: June 6 and Jan 17 
