“So many women come to me saying, “I have lost too,and this one, and this one”. So many embryos retreatto flesh: the live cell of the mother. Don’t tell me that itwill happen for me, when the only sure thing is a miracle:the sperm nuzzling in its nest and the egg that opens, explodes.”
— Zoë Brigley
“Writing from the perspective of women survivors of violence, Moore is at his most appealing; though his writing about sex and brutality can verge on the exploitative, he sometimes reveals an unexpected sympathy with dominated women.”
— Zoë Brigley
“Even after she was gone, he passed her place each day: something white in a high window – not a face,but the white belly of a pigeon beating its wingsagainst the pane in the boarded-up house.”
— Zoë Brigley
“Beneath my dress is a ladder of desire,that I climb tonight and each night after that.”
— Zoë Brigley