We live in a world of buy it or leave it. Love does not signify. — 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
There's so little wonder left in the world because we've seen everything one way or another'. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
In a world where meaning is often absent or imposed, reading offers a dialogue with ourselves, with society, with history, and with… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I am getting much more political as I get older. It's the duty of any writer, in particular, not to stand back… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Nothing can be forgotten. Nothing can be lost. The universe itself is one vast memory system. Look back and you will find… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Books and doors are the same thing. You open them, and you go through into another world. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I write about sex because often it feels like the most important thing in the world. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
When pieces of work speak to us in a way that feels as if they were made just for us, those become… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
You've got these twenty million people who call themselves the Evangelical Christians who will put their hand up and say, I believe… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Today we are all speeding under the golden arms of the arches into our city, into our lives, into the world that… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
People being encouraged to make up their own minds and think for themselves is so important. This world talks endlessly about freedom… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Poets will never be the highest-paid writers in the world. Instead, poetry will go on cutting a hand-made path through the mass-market… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Memoir ... satisfies our need for gossip and intimacy, for testimony and confessional, and in this world of spin, offers a truthful… — 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
In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun. This place will warm me, feed… — 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
What it means to be human is to bring up your children in safety, educate them, keep them healthy, teach them how… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“In the antiseptic world we try to purge ourselves of difficult things. Don't dwell on it, switch off the light and go… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Naked I came into the world, but brush strokes cover me, language raises me, music rhythms me. Art is my rod and… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
And when I look at a history book and think of the imaginative effort it has taken to squeeze this oozing world… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Now that physics is proving the intelligence of the universe what are we to do about the stupidity of mankind? I include… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“What a strange world it is where you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo. I'm talking… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
The Hopi, an Indian tribe, have a language as sophisticated as ours, but no tenses for past, present and future. The division… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“She found that the whole world could be contained in one place because that place was herself. Nothing had prepared her for… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“What a strange world this is when you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo.” — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
The body can endure compromise and the mind can be seduced by it. Only the heart protests. The heart. Carbon-based primitive in… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
You were in my arms for the first time, and you said my name, 'Tristan.' I answered you: 'Isolde.' Isolde. The world… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Academics love to make theories about a body of work, but each book consumes the writer and is the sum of his… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
One day, tens of millions of years from now, someone will find me rusted into the mud of a world they have… — 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