I read Jeannette Winterson's Lighthousekeeping on the way from Paris to Toulouse (last week). I marked every 5th page or so, with a quote that seemed personally relevant. “Don’t regret your life, child. It will pass soon enough” (107).
“The true things are too big or too small, or in any case always the wrong size to fit into the template called language” (135). “Memory points…[to the] archives of catastrophe and mistake” (147). “I don’t know how to poultice my heart” (194). “This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in” (133). “I wondered if a gift had been left for me. I had no idea where to look, or what I was looking for, but I know now that all the important journeys start [by chance]” (33).
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