Flesh is the Text

“He wished at that moment that his whole life had not been a secret, that lots of people were like him, instead of his being alone in a world where everyone was secure in their place as either woman or man. His aloneness was what made him feel ashamed, and he did not know why it had to be so.”
― Kathleen Winter, Annabel

“He could see in her face that she had found a freedom he did not have. Somehow this inflexible woman had become flexible, and she was beautiful in a way that he could not attain, though she was old.”
― Kathleen Winter, Annabel

“He had to remind himself that the work of a surgeon is poetry of a kind, in which blood is the meaning and flesh is the text.”
― Kathleen Winter, Annabel