Halfway through The Testaments by Margaret Atwood, some favorites thus far:

“I’ve become swollen with power, true, but also nebulous with it. I am everywhere and nowhere: even in the minds of Commanders I cast an unsettling shadow. How to shrink back to my normal size, the size of an ordinary woman?”

”You don’t believe the sky is falling until a chunk of it falls on you.”

“What good is it to throw yourself in front of a steamroller out of moral principles and then be crushed flat like a sock emptied of its foot? Better to fade into the crowd. Better to hurl rocks than to have them hurled at you. Or better for your chances of staying alive. They knew that too well, the architects of Gilead. Their kind has always known that.”

“‘Nobody is any authority on the fucks other people give.’”