reading

Jeanette Winterson's small novel, Weight. It's based on the myth of Atlas, greek character sentenced to hold up the world on his shoulders. It's not really gripping me the way other Winterson writing has. But there are gem-like sentences, buried among the pages:

"There are two facts all children need to disprove sooner or later; Mother and Father. If you go on believing in the fiction of your parents, it is difficult to construct an narrative of your own."

"Straightforward is not the geometry of space. In space, nothing tends directly; matter and matter of fact both warp under light."

"There are stories we tell ourselves to make ourselves come true."