Fragile creatures of a small blue planet, surrounded by light years of silent space. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Intensity is the desire to receive. Open yourself to light and you will become light. — 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 — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Poetry is easier to learn than prose. Once you have learned it you can use it as a light and a laser.… — 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
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
Darkness as well as light. Or do I mean darkness, another kind of light? Lucifer would say so, and I have a… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
What is it that you contain? The Dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia. The expanding universe opening in your gut. Are your… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“...what he told himself on those sea-soaked nights...Others joined in and it was discovered that every light had a story-no, every light… — 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
“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
I say I'm in love with her. What does that mean? It means I review my future and my past in the… — 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 realize that the future, though invisible, has weight. We are in the gravitational pull of past and future. It takes huge… — 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 have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“I don't know why it is that one kind of dark can be so different from another. Real dark is thicker and… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
At bed-time I went into my room and put out the light. I didn't get undressed. I lay on my bed and… — 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
“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
I had lines inside me, a string of guiding lights. I had language. Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“There was a man here, lashed himself to a spar as his ship went down, and for seven days and seven nights… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Lie beside me. Let me see the division of your pores. Let me see the web of scars made by your family's… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
What is it that you contain? The dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia opening in your gut. Every minute, in each of… — 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
