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
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
We're a lukewarm people for all our feast days and hard work. Not much touches us, but we long to be touched.… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Six books… my mother didn’t want books falling into my hands. It never occurred to her that I fell into the books… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
When my friend Melot set the trap, I think I knew it. I turned to death full face, as I had turned… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Even the most solid of things, and the most real, the best-loved and the well-known, are only hand shadows on the wall.… — 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
In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
In that house, you will find my heart. You must break in, Henri, and get it back for me.' Was she mad?… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I was the place where you anchored. I was the deep water where you could be weightless. I was the surface where… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Odd to think that the piece of you I know best is already dead. The cells on the surface of your skin… — 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
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
Cheating is easy. There's no swank to infidelity. To borrow against the trust someone has placed in you costs nothing at first.… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I like the way the morning can be stormy and the afternoon clear and sparkly as a jewel in the water. Put… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
What I wanted to do was to fasten my index finger and thumb at the bolts of your collar bone, push out,… — 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
To kiss well one must kiss solely. No groping hands or stammering hearts. The lips and the lips alone are the pleasure.… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
No. Take the heart first. Then you don't feel the cold so much. The pain so much. With the heart gone, there's… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Love, they say, enslaves and passion is a demon and many have been lost for love. I know this is true, but… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Today, the sun is everywhere, and everything solid is nothing but its own shadow, I know that the real things in life,… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I remember once walking out hand in hand with a boy I knew, and it was summer, and suddenly before us was… — 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
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
“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
