Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle. - Jeanette Winterson

Religion is somewhere between fear and sex. And God? Truly? In his own right, without our voices speaking for him? Obsessed I think, but not passionate. (p.74)

I am a glass man, but there is no light in me that can shine across the sea. I shall lead no one home, save no lives, not even my own.

What a strange world it is where you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo. I'm talking about the real thing, the grand passion, which may not allow affection or convenience or happiness. The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down. That's the size of it, the immensity of it. It's not proper, it's not clean, it's not containable.