I was paging through a few Jeanette Winterson books this evening. I was a serious fan in my early 30's and leafing through the pages of Sexing the Cherry and Gut Symmetries reading excerpts, I remembered why. Here's a little snippet from the first chapter of Gut Symmetries:

"What is it that you contain?
    The Dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia. The expanding universe opening in your gut. Are you twenty-three feet of intestines loaded with stars?
    The Miracle of The One that the alchemies sought is not so very far from the infant theory of hyperspace, where all the seeming dislocations and separations of the atomic and sub-atomic worlds are unified into a co-operating whole. This is not possible in three spatial dimensions or even in four. Ten, at least, lure us out of what we know.
    Star-dust that we are, will death lose its sting? Theoretically there will be no death, only an exchange of energy into what is likely to be another dimension."