Jeanette Winterson Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Jeanette Winterson
Jeanette Winterson Famous Quotes & Sayings
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I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.
Your weak point is the open, vulnerable place where you can always be hurt. Love, in all its aspects, opens the self so fully.
When people looked at him they had the feeling of being shut out. He did not shut them out. He shut himself in.
You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking?
I said, "If we were good always would we be happy always?"
"No," said Grandmother.
"Then I shall be bad.
"No," said Grandmother.
"Then I shall be bad.
For the first time in months I felt my body slacken. I had been carrying myself like a gun, cocked, alert, ready for trouble, fearing it.
I fell in love once, if love be that cruelty which takes us straight to the gates of Paradise only to remind us they are closed for ever.
Writers have to have a knack for listening. I need to be able to hear what is being said to me by the voices I create.
I was hungry, but I was nervous too. You were so new and I didn't want to frighten you away. I didn't want to frighten myself away.
Here's my life - I have to mine it, farm it, trade it, tenant it, and when the lease is up it cannot be renewed.
[Fiction and poetry] are medicines, they're doses, and they heal the rupture that reality makes on the imagination.
You have to engage with people who are different from you and try to work with their thinking and their mind. That's a real challenge.
Under the night rug, the star rug, moon as lantern, man in the moon watching over us, dog star at his heels, we lay.
I tried to copy my parents, as monkeys do, but they were trying to copy me, looking to the child for the energy and hope they had long since lost.
Darkness as well as light. Or do I mean darkness, another kind of light? Lucifer would say so, and I have a weakness for fallen angels.
The mind will not believe in death, perhaps because, as far as the mind is concerned, death never happens.
There's no such thing as a limited victory. You must protect what you have won. You must take is seriously.
Language always betrays us, tells the truth when we want to lie, and dissolves into formlessness when we would most like to be precise.
I wanted to invent myself as a fictional character. And I did, and it has caused a great deal of confusion.
I think of myself in a continuum as a woman. Two hundred years ago, it would have been very difficult for me to write at all.
Woolf wanted to say dangerous things in Orlando but she did not want to say them in the missionary position.
I think therefore I am. Does that mean 'I feel therefore I'm not'? But only through feeling can I get at thinking.
I thought of my often-dream where Time poured the fishes into the sky and the sky was full of star fish; stella maris of the upper air.
When my mother heard about this, she was furious, and she crossed Nellie off her prayer list. My dad put her on his instead, so she didn't miss out.
He scarred her arm ... but she did not care because she loved him and she knew that love leaves a wound that leaves a scar.
I don't care about the facts, Domino, I care about how I feel. How I feel will change, I want to remember that.
I was in those days all about the 'fuck you'. Fuck you for not recognising how great I am. I'll do it myself.
Human beings often display emotions they do not feel. And they often feel emotions they do not display.
This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in.
I'm not club-able, you see. I don't like literary parties and literary gatherings and literary identities. I'd hate to join anything, however loosely.
Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets?