“He decides it is better to die in Ireland than in Paris because in Ireland the outdoors looks like the outdoors and gravestones are mossy and chipped, and the letters wear down with the wind and the rain so everyone… — Alison MacLeod Copy Share Image
“The world yearns. This is its sure gravity: the attraction of bodies. Earth for molten star. Moon for earth. A hand for the orb of a breast. This is its movement too: the motion of desire, of a longing toward.” — Alison MacLeod Copy Share Image
“He decides it is better to die in Ireland than in Paris because in Ireland the outdoors looks like the outdoors and gravestones are… — Alison MacLeod Copy Share Image
“To imagine wasn’t to escape but to go deeper; to see through to the secret life of the world.” — Alison MacLeod Copy Share Image
“The world yearns. This is its sure gravity: the attraction of bodies. Earth for molten star. Moon for earth. A hand for the orb… — Alison MacLeod Copy Share Image
