“I thought of my often-dream where Time poured the fishes into the sky and the sky was full of star fish; stella… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“What could I do? My needlework teacher suffered from a problem of vision. She recognised things according to expectation and environment. If… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I dreamed I was a single moment in a single day. A note struck and vanished. A sounding. A reckoning. Gone. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
What to say? That the end of love is a haunting. A haunting of dreams. A haunting of silence. Haunted by ghosts… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“I will come for you. Roll my strength into a ball for you. Throw myself across chance for you. I will be… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I dream of flight, not to be as the angels are, but to rise above the smallness of it all. The smallnesss… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“On more than one occasion I have been ready to abandon my whole life for love. To alter everything that makes sense… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Strange to dream in the right shape and build in the wrong shape, but maybe that is what we do every day,… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“My mother is very like William Blake, she has visions and dreams and she cannot always distinguish a flea's head from 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 Image
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 Image
I have found that I am not a space where people want to live, at least not without decorating first. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
