“How she realized at last that not even love could justify this, that no affection could, not ever. Still, in the glass, she sees her own mouth, opening and closing and silent as a fish.” — Zoë Brigley (Thompson Copy Share Image
“How she realized at last that not even love could justify this, that no affection could, not ever. Still, in the glass, she sees… — Zoë Brigley (Thompson Copy Share Image
“So many women come to me saying, “I have lost too, and this one, and this one”. So many embryos retreat to flesh: the… — Zoë Brigley (Thompson Copy Share Image
“Even after she was gone, he passed her place each day: something white in a high window - not a face, but the white… — Zoë Brigley (Thompson Copy Share Image
“Beneath my dress is a ladder of desire, that I climb tonight and each night after that.” — Zoë Brigley (Thompson Copy Share Image
“Writing from the perspective of women survivors of violence, Moore is at his most appealing; though his writing about sex and brutality can verge… — Zoë Brigley (Thompson Copy Share Image
