Aw, crap

Atwood’s back in the gang.

Literature is an uttering, or outering, of the human imagination. It lets the shadowy forms of thought and feeling – heaven, hell, monsters, angels and all – out into the light, where we can take a good look at them and perhaps come to a better understanding of who we are and what we want, and what the limits to those wants may be. Understanding the imagination is no longer a pastime, but a necessity; because increasingly, if we can imagine it, we’ll be able to do it.
– Margaret Atwood, ‘Aliens have taken the place of angels’, Guardian Unlimited, 17 June 2005

Thanks, coalescent