“I sat at the back, listening to the music or mumbling through the sevice. I'm never tempted by God, but I like… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“Art is central to all our lives, not just the better-off and educated. . . I know that from my own story,… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Naked I came into the world, but brush strokes cover me, language raises me, music rhythms me. Art is my rod and… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
When we let ourselves respond to poetry, to music, to pictures, we are clearing a space where new stories can root, in… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“Physics, mathematics, music, painting, my politics, my love for you, my work, the star-dust of my body, the spirit that impels it,… — 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
“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
