Tell me a story, Pew. What kind of story, child? A story with a happy ending. There’s no such thing in all… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
There's so little wonder left in the world because we've seen everything one way or another'. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
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
Books and doors are the same thing. You open them, and you go through into another world. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I write about sex because often it feels like the most important thing in the world. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“What a strange world this is when you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo.” — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
You've got these twenty million people who call themselves the Evangelical Christians who will put their hand up and say, I believe… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
People being encouraged to make up their own minds and think for themselves is so important. This world talks endlessly about freedom… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Memoir ... satisfies our need for gossip and intimacy, for testimony and confessional, and in this world of spin, offers a truthful… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I keep telling this story - different people, different places, different times - but always you, always me, always this story, because… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun. This place will warm me, feed… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
This is where the story starts, in this threadbare room. The walls are exploding. The windows have turned into telescopes. Moon and… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
What it means to be human is to bring up your children in safety, educate them, keep them healthy, teach them how… — 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
“In the antiseptic world we try to purge ourselves of difficult things. Don't dwell on it, switch off the light and go… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Now that physics is proving the intelligence of the universe what are we to do about the stupidity of mankind? I include… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“What a strange world it is where you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo. I'm talking… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Growing up is difficult. Strangely, even when we have stopped growing physically, we seem to have to keep on growing emotionally, which… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
i realize that the future, though invisible, has weight. We are in the gravitational pull of past and future. It takes huge… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“I live in the space between chaos and shape. I walk the line that continually threatens to lose its tautness under me,… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
When I left home at sixteen I bought a small rug. It was my roll-up world. Whatever room, whatever temporary place I… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“Lies 1: There is only the present and nothing to remember. Lies 2: Time is a straight line. Lies 3: The difference… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I love the apparent quiet of reading a book. You sit there; you're not really moving. It looks very solitary. It looks… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Don't you think it's strange that life, described as so rich and full, a camel-trail of adventure, should shrink to this coin-sized… — 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
We live in a world of buy it or leave it. Love does not signify. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
Today we are all speeding under the golden arms of the arches into our city, into our lives, into the world that… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
In a world where meaning is often absent or imposed, reading offers a dialogue with ourselves, with society, with history, and with… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I am getting much more political as I get older. It's the duty of any writer, in particular, not to stand back… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
When pieces of work speak to us in a way that feels as if they were made just for us, those become… — 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