I came to this city to escape.
~ Jeanette Winterson
I dream of flight, not to be as the angels are, but to rise above the smallness of it all. The smallnesss that I am. Against the daily death the iconography of wings.
We did photograph albums, best dresses, favourite novels, and once someone's own novel. It was about a week in a telephone box with a pair of pyjamas called Adolf Hitler. The heroine was a piece of string with a knot in it.
The library was quiet. It was busy but it was quiet and I thought it must be like this in a monastery where you had company and sympathy but your thoughts were your own.
It's true that heroes are inspiring but mustn't they also do some rescuing if they are to be worthy of their name? Would Wonder Woman matter if she only sent commiserating telegrams to the distressed?
Rights begin where love ends. Shall we argue over who is the most to blame?
Once you start recognizing your own obsessions, you know you’re getting old.
Most kids grow up leaving something out for Santa at Christmas time when he comes down the chimney. I used to make presents for the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down.
I live alone, with cats, books, pictures, fresh vegetables to cook, the garden, the hens to feed.
The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious you might never come home.
