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
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
There are times when it will go so wrong that you will barely be alive, and times when you realise that being… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I walked out to brood on this life of ours, which seems from birth to death to be a steady loss, disguised… — 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
“I stretched out my hands, holding the falling sun in one hand, and the climbing moon in the other, my silver and… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“My mother told stories - of their life in the war and how she'd played the accordion in the air-raid shelter and… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I do not accept that life has an ordinary shape, or that there is anything ordinary about life at all. We make… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I've lived my life like a serial killer; finish with one part, strangle it and move on to the next. Life in… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
She said she’d often wondered why she wanted to do some things and not do other things at all. Well, it was… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Writing objects to the lie that life is small. Writing is a cell of energy. Writing defines itself. Writing draws its viewer… — 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
“Whelks are strange and comforting. They have no notion of community life and they breed very quietly. But they have a strong… — 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
“If you're a hero you can be an idiot, behave badly, ruin your personal life, have any number of mistresses and talk… — 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
“Things are continually beginning again; they’re never really resolved, you know. They are only resolved temporarily. We live in a society that… — 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
“I am short, so I like the little guy/underdog stories, but they are not straightforwardly about one size versus another. Think about,… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“You can't make sense of your passion for life in the face of death, you can only give up your passion. Only… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“People do go back, but they don't survive, because two realities are claiming them at the same time. Such things are too… — 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… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
More than sex. More than money. You know, life is not endless is it? Cash, cars, cocaine, and girls. It's more than… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“I go to the bathroom. All my life I have been an orphan and an only child. Now I come from a… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
The truth is I am inventing the maybe. I can only make the choices I make, so why torture myself with what… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I know from my own experience that suicide is not what it seems. Too easy to try to piece together the fragmented… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
What the myths say, is that you have to be the hero of your own life. You're the one who has to… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Life cannot be calculated. That's the big mistake our civilization made. We never accepted that randomness is not a mistake in the… — 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
“She had been a career woman all her life. She noted there was no such thing as a career man. She had… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“When you follow a star you know you will never reach that star; rather it will guide you to where you want… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“We were to be the lightest of things, he and I, lifting each other up above the heaviness of life. If was… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“About her life to come, when she'd have a mansion and no neighbors. All she ever wanted was for everyone to go… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Reading things that are relevant to the facts of your life is of limited value. The facts are, after all, only the… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I think men can really get in the way when you are trying to sort your life out and get on with… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Writing is both bomb and bomb disposal-a necessary shattering of cliche and assumption, and a powerful defusing of the soul-destroying messages of… — 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
Two things significantly distinguish human beings from the other animals; an interest in the past and the possibility of language. Brought together… — 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
