Jackie Kay

What a thing it is to have music that plays your terrible thoughts. I imagined that one piece could drive more delicate women than myself to insanity.

I've never seen grief like it. Grief like that, it's like an animal. She's not eating. She's not sleeping. She's whimpering. She's sluggish. She's not herself.

How bizarre, I think to myself, to be on a train and to actually not want to arrive anywhere? What kind of madness is that?