Monday, June 25, 2012


What I remember is love – all love – love of this dirt road, this sunrise, a day by the river, the stranger I met in a cafĂ©. Myself, even, which is the hardest thing of all to love, because love and selfishness are not the same thing. It is easy to be selfish. It is hard to love who I am. No wonder I am surprised if you do.
- Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

Monday, June 18, 2012

the personal is political

Opposing cruelty should not be seen as a specifically liberal or conservative cause. -James Rachels

Tuesday, June 05, 2012


I used to be a hopeless romantic.  I am still a hopeless romantic.  I used to believe that love was the highest value.  I still believe that love is the highest value.  I don’t expect to be happy.  I don’t imagine that I will find love, whatever that means, or that if I do find it, it will make me happy.  I don’t think of love as the answer or the solution.  I think of love as a force of nature – as strong as the sun, as necessary, as impersonal, as gigantic, as impossible, as scorching as it is warming, as drought-making as it is life-giving.  And when it burns out, the planet dies.- Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping