“Spain's past is a cut of meat turning green on the butcher's slab. When the war ended, people were forbidden to look back and see the circling flies. Soon they found themselves unable to turn their heads, discovering that there… — Jessie Burton Copy Share Image
“You really are an artist, aren’t you? You think it’s all about you, and you never stop looking for pain.” — Jessie Burton Copy Share Image
“My writing became the axis upon which all my identity and happiness hinged. It was now outward-looking, a self-conscious performance. I was asked to… — Jessie Burton Copy Share Image
“A piece of art only succeeds when it's creator...possesses the belief that brings it into being” — Jessie Burton Copy Share Image
“We studied men like him at school – protected gentlemen, rich gentlemen, white gentlemen, who picked up pens and wrote the world for the… — Jessie Burton Copy Share Image
“I feel like time’s tricked me, as if I’ve known you from before. Like we passed each other in our prams. Like it’s been… — Jessie Burton Copy Share Image
“Although any collective answer to my question remains to be seen, personally I feel quite certain of it. Because if there’s one thing I’ve… — Jessie Burton Copy Share Image
“Things crumble. Bit by bit. They shift, you don’t notice. Then you notice. Jesus Christ, my legs are broken but I never moved my… — Jessie Burton Copy Share Image
“Spain's past is a cut of meat turning green on the butcher's slab. When the war ended, people were forbidden to look back and… — Jessie Burton Copy Share Image
