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
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
“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
“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
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
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
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
“She found that the whole world could be contained in one place because that place was herself. Nothing had prepared her for… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
You were in my arms for the first time, and you said my name, 'Tristan.' I answered you: 'Isolde.' Isolde. The world… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
One day, tens of millions of years from now, someone will find me rusted into the mud of a world they have… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
And when I look at a history book and think of the imaginative effort it has taken to squeeze this oozing world… — 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
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
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
The body can endure compromise and the mind can be seduced by it. Only the heart protests. The heart. Carbon-based primitive in… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
The baby explodes into an unknown world that is only knowable through some kind of a story – of course that is… — 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
We live in a world of buy it or leave it. Love does not signify. — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love. — 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
