Frankissstein: A Love Story

by Jeanette Winterson

We may lose and we may win though we will never be here again.

LOVE IS AS STRONG AS DEATH.

the future always brings something from the past.

Then why deny pleasure? To avoid pain.

I don’t say anything because he is the centre of his world. I have affected him and he never wonders how he has affected me. He is in control of what he creates. He hasn’t created me and so he feels uncertain.

love is not limit. Love is not this far and no further. What the future is bringing will also be the future of love.

There is always one door that should not be opened.

If we cannot keep this love, there is a place in me that has been changed by this love. And I will honour it.

Love is not a pristine planet before contaminants and pollutants, before the arrival of Man. Love is a disturbance among the disturbed.

I know how it is. Saying too much. Saying too little. Who says enough? Just enough?

Is Donald Trump getting his brain frozen? asks Ron. Max explains that the brain has to be fully functioning at clinical death.

If I was just my brain I’d be really miserable.

being remarkable is no guarantee of human feeling.

We are lucky, even the worst of us, because daylight comes.

The thing most prized in humans is the cheapest meat: The heart.

I discover that grief means living with someone who is no longer there.