I choose this story above all others because it's a story I'm struggling to end. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Trust me, I'm telling you stories. ... I can change the story. I am the story. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Part fact part fiction is what life is. And it is always a cover story. I wrote my way out. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
True stories are the ones that lie open at the border, allowing a crossing, a further frontier. The final frontier is just… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Tell me a story, Pew. What kind of story, child? A story with a happy ending. There’s no such thing in all… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“Reading yourself as a fiction as well as a fact is the only way to keep the narrative open - the only… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“...what he told himself on those sea-soaked nights...Others joined in and it was discovered that every light had a story-no, every light… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
When we let ourselves respond to poetry, to music, to pictures, we are clearing a space where new stories can root, in… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I keep telling this story - different people, different places, different times - but always you, always me, always this story, because… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Names are still magic; even Sharon, Karen, Darren, and Warren are magic to somebody somewhere. In fairy stories, naming is knowledge. When… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Yes, the stories are dangerous, she was right. A book is a magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I believe in fiction and the power of stories because that way we speak in tongues. We are not silenced. All of… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I had lines inside me, a string of guiding lights. I had language. Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Every second the Universe divides into possibilities and most of those possibilities never happen. It is not a uni-verse -- there is… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently. Some people say there are… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
It's only a story, you say. So it is, and the rest of life with it - creation story, love story, horror,… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
The baby explodes into an unknown world that is only knowable through some kind of a story – of course that is… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark.… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Tell me the story, Pew. . . . It was a woman. You always say that. There's always a woman somewhere, child;… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
This is where the story starts, in this threadbare room. The walls are exploding. The windows have turned into telescopes. Moon and… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“Much of what I have done is left unfinished- not because I left it too soon, not because I was lazy, but… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Literature offers us all, writers and readers, the best method of discovering and retelling the changing story of ourselves. The story is… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Of course that is not the whole story, but that is the way with stories; we make them what we will. It's… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
We are told not to privilege one story above another. All the stories must be told. Well, maybe that's true, maybe all… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
There are only three possible endings -aren't there? - to any story: revenge, tragedy or forgiveness. That's it. All stories end like… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I didn’t want to tell the story of myself, but someone I called myself. If you read yourself as fiction, it’s rather… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
There's something about the authenticity rather than the autobiography that makes my story and my pain move across and become your story… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Words like passion and ecstasy, we learn them but they stay flat on the page. Sometimes we try to turn them over,… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I cannot assume you will understand me. It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
The stories we sit up late to hear are love stories. It seems that we cannot know enough about this riddle of… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Don't you think it's strange that life, described as so rich and full, a camel-trail of adventure, should shrink to this coin-sized… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“Life, we imagine, is familiar enough until we begin to tell it to another. Then, observe the wonder on their faces--sometimes it… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Written on the body is a secret code only visible in certain lights: the accumulations of a lifetime gather there. In places… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“After nine nights must come ten and every desperate meeting only leaves you desperate for another. There is never enough to eat, never enough… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
I have found that I am not a space where people want to live, at least not without decorating first. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
“Yes. Just pass me my leg will you? It's on top of the wardrobe where he threw it, and I think my right arm… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
Every second the Universe divides into possibilities and most of those possibilities never happen. It is not a uni-verse -- there is more than… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
“It's the cliches that cause the trouble. A precise emotion seeks a precise expression. If what I feel is not precise than how should… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
What would it have meant to be happy? What would it have meant if things had been bright, clear, good between us? — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
“Mrs Ratlow was a widow, and she was head of English, but she still did all the cooking and cleaning for her two sons,… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
“What art does is to coax us away from the mechanical and towards the miraculous. The so-called uselessness of art is a clue to… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
Happy Valentines Day to those who have found love, in whatever shape or form, and to those who are still hunting, don’t give up.… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
“It took me a long time to realise that there are two kinds of writing: the one you write and the one that writes… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
A curse on this game. How can you stick at a game when the rules keep on changing? I shall call myself Alice and… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
“He turned away and I turned to him in vivid heat to look on the sun-dried world. The groves and towers were gone. The… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share
