Nothing can be forgotten. Nothing can be lost. The universe itself is one vast memory system. Look back and you will find… — 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
“Well done, my fine fellow out of my womb. What have you gained? Nothing! And oh, what have you lost? Everything!” — 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
“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
Life…we understand it differently at different stages. It’s what is interesting about getting older, you realize your relationship with the past is… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Every moment you steal from the present is a moment you've lost forever. There is only now. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Now that I have lost you I cannot allow you to develop, you must be a photograph not a poem. — 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
