I want to know that I've accomplished something. I want to feel that it had some meaning. At the last summing up, I want to be sure it wasn't all-for nothing.

I may play some exhibition games so I don&#39;t want to quit the game of chess completely. I just decided and it&#39;s a firm decision not to play competitive chess anymore.

For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.

Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings...but there’s something dead about it, something deserted.

Written By Margaret Atwood

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