Iโm not club-able, you see. I donโt like literary parties and literary gatherings and literary identities. Iโd hate to join anything, however loosely.
Jeanette WintersonThe baby explodes into an unknown world that is only knowable through some kind of a story โ of course that is how we all live, itโs the narrative of our lives, but adoption drops you into the story after it has started. Itโs like reading a book with the first few pages missing. Itโs like arriving after curtain up. The feeling that something is missing never, ever leaves you โ and it canโt, and it shouldnโt, because something is missing.
Jeanette Winterson