• Some days I do appreciate things more, eggs, flowers, but then I decide I'm only having an attack of sentimentality, my brain going pastel Technicolor, like a beautiful-sunset greeting cards they used to make so many of in California. High-gloss hearts. The danger is grayout.

    Margaret Atwood (1986). “The Handmaid's Tale”, p.200, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt