Annie

“We were patient enough to count the hairs on each other’s heads, too impatient to get undressed. Neither of us had the upper hand, we wore matching wounds.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

“His body, his eyes are truths that make her afraid, make her bones supple. The smell of his skin marked her, like the tawny grammar of wilderness. A fistful of stars. His hands unbound her so that a river of secret thoughts flowed from her throat, streamed from her skull”
― Rishma Dunlop, Boundary Bay

“She passed into his soul forever.”
― James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

“The more I drink, the more I remember all the things we’ve never done. I was a ghost until I touched you. Never swallowed mortal food until I tasted you, never understood the spoken word until I found your tongue. I’ve been a sleep-walker, sad somnambula, hands outstretched to strike the solid thing that could awaken me to life at last. I have only ever stood here under this lamp, against your body, I’ve missed you all my life.”
― Ann-Marie MacDonald, Fall on Your Knees