“Beneath my dress is a ladder of desire, that I climb tonight and each night after that.” — 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
