The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious you might never come home.
Jeanette WintersonTo me, these days will never end. I am always there, in that room with her, or if not I, the imprint of myself - my fossil-love
Jeanette WintersonWhen she bleeds the smells I know change colour. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun.
Jeanette WintersonYou never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking?
Jeanette WintersonLie beside me. Let me see the division of your pores. Let me see the web of scars made by your family's claws and you their furniture. Let me see the wounds that they denied. The battle ground of family life that has been your body. Let me see the bruised red lines that signal their encampment. Let me see the routed place where they are gone. Lie beside me and let the seeing be healing. No need to hide. No need for either darkness or light. Let me see you as you are.
Jeanette Winterson