'You are the door in the rock that finally swings free when moonlight shines on it.
You are the door at the top of the stairs that only appears in dreams.
You are the door that opens onto a sea of stars.

Open me. Wide. Narrow. Pass through me, and whatever lies on the other side
could not be reached except by this.
This you. This now. This caught moment opening into a lifetime.'


WINTERSON

'i began to think in perfect sentences.'

'meet you on a remote duty road,'

you are not she says.

true heart pumping speak clouds of smoke she says our blood always gives us away you are not my heart my breath she says our true blood heart pumping clouds speak clouds of heart of breath she says her blood always she says not my breath my heart gives me away pumping clouds smoke she says her blood.

conscience with a cigarette...

every once in a while i get a little restless, like i have an itch inside my chest cavity.

when terrible things

happen,