Love demands expression

pink flamingos

I shall call myself Alice and play croquet with the flamingos.

Love demands expression. It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and not heard, no. It will break out in tongues of praise, the high note that smashes the glass and spills the liquid. It is no conservationist love. It is a big game hunter and you are the game. A curse on this game. How can you stick at a game when the rules keep changing? I shall call myself Alice and play croquet with the flamingos. In Wonderland everyone cheats and love is Wonderland isn’t it? Love makes the world go round. Love is blind. All you need is love. Nobody ever died of a broken heart. You’ll get over it. It’ll be different when we’re married. Think of the children. Time’s a great healer. Still waiting for Mr. Right? Miss Right? and maybe all the little Rights?

by Jeanette Winterson (born 27 August 1959)
from Written on the Body (1992)
notes about this book from Jeanette Winterson’s web site

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One Response to “Love demands expression”

  1. clarissa mcfairy Says:

    Love the ‘big game hunter’ part.