The secret of the world is this: the world is entirely circular and you will go round and round endlessly, never finding… — 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
Breathe in, breath out. Oxygen is carcinogenic and likely puts a limit on our life span. It would be unwise though, to… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Growing up is difficult. Strangely, even when we have stopped growing physically, we seem to have to keep on growing emotionally, which… — 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 love the apparent quiet of reading a book. You sit there; you're not really moving. It looks very solitary. It looks… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“Lies 1: There is only the present and nothing to remember. Lies 2: Time is a straight line. Lies 3: The difference… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
One of the problems with watching TV is that you've got a fairly low level of language operating all the time. Quite… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
When I left home at sixteen I bought a small rug. It was my roll-up world. Whatever room, whatever temporary place I… — 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
Do you wake up as I do, having forgotten what it is that hurts or where, until you move? There is a… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“I live in the space between chaos and shape. I walk the line that continually threatens to lose its tautness under me,… — 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
I have set off and found that there is no end to even the simplest journey of the mind. I begin, and… — 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
While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a… — 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
