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“And then, with the feather-green darkness pressed against the windows, he puts his filthy fingers on my scrubbed hope face and says, "If I kiss you, it's all over." And then he does. And then it is.”

Quote by Emma Forrest

Work

Your Voice in My Head

This book delves into themes of mental health, identity, and the blurred lines between reality and imagination. The protagonist's internal struggle with the voice becomes a central narrative thread, offering a poignant and introspective look at the human psyche. more

Author

Emma Forrest
Emma Forrest

Emma Forrest is a renowned British journalist recognized for her work across print and broadcast media. Born on December 26, 1976, she has gained attention for her incisive and sometimes contentious writing. Forrest has contributed to a variety of publications, including The Guardian and The Observer, where she has covered a wide array of subjects, from personal essays to cultural analysis. more

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“Is it love to worship a saint in heaven, whom you dare not touch, who hovers above you like a cloud, which floats away from you even as you gaze? To love is to feel one being in the world at one with us, our equal in sin as well as in virtue. To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us. Your mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol an you wish, but drag her down to your level after that- the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart.”