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
“How could I not go on talking to you? How could I not expect to see you when it's the end of… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Life is fragmentary, and the pattern that creativity can offer is not one that is imposed, not something rigid, but rather something… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
As people get older they have these rigid patterns that they impose on themselves, and it kills them. They become dull, they… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
The ancients believed in fate because they recognized how hard it is for anyone to change anything. The pull of past and… — 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 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
