“Terror made me cruel . . .” – Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
What could possibly be being kept behind those doors?
Nature’s patch-work blanket.
‘I didn’t tell him that I grew up in an ugly city that taught me how to look between dust and rubbish and potholes to find a splinter of glass that looked like unmelting ice, beautiful in its defiance of the sun.’ – Kamila Shamsie, Kartography
‘I don’t have to hide anything any longer. I can let my face go because no one can see me’ – Roald Dahl
Between terminals at Gatwick Airport.