We were all nomads once, and crossed the deserts and the seas on tracks that could not be detected, but were clear to those who knew the way. Since settling down and rooting like trees, but without the ability to make use of the wind to scatter our seed, we have found only infection and discontent.
In the city the inhabitants have reconciled two discordant desires: to remain in one place and to leave it behind for ever.
Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry (Vintage, 1990) p. 43
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