...Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at...

"I was and still am moved by things remote from me. Things demanding words, things whose life I understood so well that they seemed to be my own. They were not my own. Not one flesh but one image and the image more potent than the flesh."

-- from Jeanette Winterson's Art & Lies



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