I had huge ambition for literature. I don't see the point of doing anything if you don't have ambition for it.
Jeanette WintersonWhat to say? That the end of love is a haunting. A haunting of dreams. A haunting of silence. Haunted by ghosts it is easy to become a ghost. Life ebbs. The pulse is too faint. Nothing stirs you. Some people approve of this and call it healing. It is not healing. A dead body feels no pain.
Jeanette Winterson