‘I have cried nearly every day for the last year. There was a lot I needed to cry about. Not only present things, but deeper, much deeper, for all the tears not shed, for the strange rackety past… and the life there.

I never thought it was going to come and get me, but it did.

All I can say is that there is no escape from the night sea voyage and when it comes, that dark ship with no crew and no destination, you must board it, not knowing when the journey will end or what its purpose might be.

Night is followed by night. There is no day. But daylight comes.’

– Jeanette Winterson

(excerpt from September 2008 column: http://www.jeanettewinterson.com)