All Jeanette Winterson Quotes
- I think of love as a force of nature-as strog as the sun, as necessary, as impersonal, as gigantic, as impossible, as scorching as it… Drought
- The Hopi, an Indian tribe, have a language as sophisticated as ours, but no tenses for past, present and future. The division does not exist.… Body
- Life has never been All or Nothing- it's All and Nothing. Forget the binaries. All
- Don’t you, when strangers and friends come to call, straighten the cushions, kick the books under the bed and put away the letter you were… Any
- He: What’s the matter with you? Me: Nothing. Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness… Arteries
- What is it that you contain? The Dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia. The expanding universe opening in your gut. Are your twenty-three feet of… Contain
- There's so little wonder left in the world because we've seen everything one way or another'. Everything One
- What I wanted to do was to fasten my index finger and thumb at the bolts of your collar bone, push out, spread the web… Asked
- Explore me' you said and I collected my ropes, flasks and maps, expecting to be back home soon. I dropped into the mass of you… Back Home
- I realised something important: whatever is on the outside can be taken away at any time. Only what is inside you is safe. Any
- I miss God. I miss the company of someone utterly loyal. I still don't think of God as my betrayer. The servants of God, yes,… Betray
- To avoid discovery I stay on the run. To discover things for myself, I stay on the run... Avoid
- And so, from the first, we separated our pleasure. She lay on the rug and I lay at right angles to her so that only… Acutely
- I'm always nervous about going home, just as I am nervous about rereading books that have meant a lot to me. Always Nervous
- That is what literature offers—a language powerful enough to say how it is. It isn't a hiding place. It is a finding place. Finding
- I felt like a thief with a bagful of stolen glances. Bagful
- I didn't want to be in the teeming mass of the working class.[...] I didn't want to live and die in the same place with… Class
- I had no one to help me, but the T. S. Eliot helped me. So when people say that poetry is a luxury, or an… Any
- Life…we understand it differently at different stages. It’s what is interesting about getting older, you realize your relationship with the past is always negotiable. There… Ago
- I believe you have to write every day–make the time. It’s about having an organized mind instead of a chaotic and untidy one. There is… Believe
- And you? Now that I have discovered you? Beautiful, dangerous, unleashed. Still I try to hold you, knowing that your body is faced with knives. Beautiful
- Two hundred miles from the surface of the earth there is no gravity. The laws of motion are suspended. You could turn somersaults slowly slowly,… Arm
- This is where the story starts, in this threadbare room. The walls are exploding. The windows have turned into telescopes. Moon and stars are magnified… Arm
- Yes, the stories are dangerous, she was right. A book is a magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You… Book
- Six books… my mother didn’t want books falling into my hands. It never occurred to her that I fell into the books – that I… Book