Happy Valentines Day to those who have found love, in whatever shape or form, and to those who are still hunting, don’t… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
You said, 'I love you.' Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
One just spends as much money as one has. Very peculiar that! You never actually have any money. You think, If I… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Names are still magic; even Sharon, Karen, Darren, and Warren are magic to somebody somewhere. In fairy stories, naming is knowledge. When… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Love demands expression. It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and not heard, no. It will… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
It was actually books that started to make those pockets of freedom, which I hadn't otherwise experienced. I do see them as… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“You said, ‘I’m going to leave him because my love for you makes any other life a lie.’ I’ve hidden those words… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Capacity for love in its higher forms seems to be peculiarly human although even in humans it is still peculiar. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I have set off and found that there is no end to even the simplest journey of the mind. I begin, and… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I miss God. I miss the company of someone utterly loyal. I still don't think of God as my betrayer. The servants… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
And you? Now that I have discovered you? Beautiful, dangerous, unleashed. Still I try to hold you, knowing that your body is… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much. And still we long to feel. — 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
You said, 'I love you.' Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
St Paul said it is better to marry than to burn, but my mother taught me it is better to burn than… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Creative work is incredibly difficult, and that is where the tests lie. Ordinary professionalism and twenty years' experience can accomplish a lot,… — 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
There is still a popular fantasy, long since disproved by both psychoanalysis and science, and never believed by any poet or mystic,… — 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
