You said, 'I love you and my love for you makes any other life a lie.' Can this be true, this simple obvious message, or am I like those
shipwrecked
mariners who seize an
empty bottle and eagerly read out what isn't there? And yet you are there, here, sprung like a
genie to ten times your natural size, towering over me, holding me in your arms like
mountain sides. Your hair is blazing and you are saying, 'Make
three wishes and they shall all come true. Make three hundred and I will honour every one.'
- Jeanette Winterson