Jeanette Winterson, The World And Other Places: Stories Quotes

I dreamed I was a single moment in a single day. A note struck and vanished. A sounding. A reckoning. Gone.

In the space between chaos and shape there was another chance.

Time is a player. Time is part of today, not simply a measure of its passing.

I have sometimes sacrificed freedom in order to belong, but more often I have given up all hope of belonging.

Why doesn't she want me? The sun is rising now, but it is 93, 000, 000 miles away and I can't get warm... She won't be cold. She has the sun inside her.