good book

The walls are exploding. The windows have turned into

telescopes. Moon and stars are magnified in this room.

The sun hangs over the mantelpiece. I stretch out my hand

and reach the corners of the world. The world is bundled

up in this room. Beyond this door, where the river is, where

the roads are, we shall be. We can take the world with us

when we go and sling the sun under your arm. I don't know

if this is a happy ending but here, we are let loose in open fields.

excerpt from Jeanette Winterson's Written on the Body