What kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
If art, all art, is concerned with truth, then a society in denial will not find much use for it. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
The unknownness of my needs frightens me. I do now know how huge they are, or how high they are, I only… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
The Humans is a laugh-and-cry book. Troubling, thrilling, puzzling, believable and impossible. Matt Haig uses words like a tin-opener. We are the… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
There must be some part of Man that is more than his daily round. Some part of him that will use his… — 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
One thing I am certain of, I do not want to be betrayed, but thats quite hard to say casually, at the… — 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
