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[Fiction and poetry] are medicines, they're doses, and they heal the rupture that reality makes on the imagination.

[Fiction and poetry] are medicines, they're doses, and they heal the rupture that reality makes on the imagination.

Jeanette Winterson
Reality, Medicine, Imagination

I live alone, with cats, books, pictures, fresh vegetables to cook, the garden, the hens to feed.

Jeanette Winterson
Book, Cat, Garden

I think we still believe that ambition is for boys.

Jeanette Winterson
Believe, Ambition, Boys
"Redemption songs" by Maya Jaggi, www.theguardian.com. May 28, 2004.

I've never been tempted by God but I like his trappings.

Jeanette Winterson
God, Tempted

What you eat is the most political thing you do every day

Jeanette Winterson
Political

Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body. Your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before I met you, I relied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm, you play upon me, drumming me taut.

Jeanette Winterson
Strong, Block, Writing
"Written on the Body". Book by Jeanette Winterson, 1992.

Art is enchantment and artists have the right of spells.

Jeanette Winterson
Art, Enchantment, Spells
Jeanette Winterson (2013). “Art Objects: Essays on Ecstasy and Effrontery”, p.51, Random House

He doubted her. You must never doubt the one you love. But they might not be telling the truth. Never mind that. You tell them the truth. What do you mean? You can't be another person's honesty, child, but you can be your own. So what should I say? When? When I love someone? You should say it.

Jeanette Winterson
Children, Honesty, Mean
Jeanette Winterson (2006). “Lighthousekeeping”, p.94, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

I think we are worlds compressed into human form.

Jeanette Winterson
Thinking, World, Form
Jeanette Winterson (2012). “The Daylight Gate”, p.63, Random House

Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle.

Jeanette Winterson
Taken, Journey, Lines
Jeanette Winterson (2007). “Sexing the Cherry”, p.2, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

Books and doors are the same thing. You open them, and you go through into another world.

Jeanette Winterson
Book, Reading, Doors

There are voices and they must be heard.

Jeanette Winterson
Voice, Heard

Trust your creativity.

Jeanette Winterson
Creativity

Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can't be logical about.

Jeanette Winterson
Falling In Love, Firsts, Logical
Jeanette Winterson (2011). “The Passion”, p.145, Random House

Only the impossible is worth the effort.

Jeanette Winterson
Effort, Impossible
Jeanette Winterson (2016). “Christmas Days: 12 Stories and 12 Feasts for 12 Days”, p.238, Random House

She had made him possible. In that sense she was his god. Like God, she was neglected.

Jeanette Winterson
Made, Neglected
Jeanette Winterson (2007). “The Passion”, p.28, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

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.

Jeanette Winterson
Powerful, Literature, Language

When I was born I became the visible corner of a folded map. The map has more than one route. More than one destination. The map that is the unfolding self is not exactly leading anywhere. The arrow that says YOU ARE HERE is your first coordinate. There is a lot that you can't change when you are a kid. But you can pack for the journey.

Jeanette Winterson
Kids, Journey, Self

In the space between chaos and shape there was another chance.

Jeanette Winterson
Space, Another Chance, Shapes

When my friend Melot set the trap, I think I knew it. I turned to death full face, as I had turned to love with my whole body. I would let death enter me as you had entered me. You had crept along my blood vessels through the wound, and the blood that circulates returns to the heart. You circulated me, you made me blush like a girl in the hoop of your hands. You were in my arteries and my lymph, you were the colour just under my skin, and if I cut myself, it was you I bled. Red Isolde, alive on my fingers, and always the force of blood pushing you back to my heart.

Jeanette Winterson
Girl, Heart, Cutting

What I want does exist if I dare to find it.

Jeanette Winterson
Doe, Want, Dare

Like all familiar objects, it had become invisible.

Jeanette Winterson
Invisible, Familiar, Objects
Jeanette Winterson (2013). “The Powerbook”, p.196, Random House

I think men can really get in the way when you are trying to sort your life out and get on with it. Because they just take up so much space. I'm not under any illusions that I could have been where I am now in literary terms if I had been heterosexual. I really believe I would not be.

Jeanette Winterson
Believe, Thinking, Men

We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much. And still we long to feel.

Jeanette Winterson
Laughter, Fear, Passion
Jeanette Winterson (2007). “The Passion”, p.155, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

Tell me the story, Pew. . . . It was a woman. You always say that. There's always a woman somewhere, child; a princess, a witch, a stepmother, a mermaid, a fairy godmother, or one as wicked as she is beautiful, or as beautiful as she is good. Is that the complete list? Then there is the woman you love. Who's she? That's another story.

Jeanette Winterson
Beauty, Beautiful, Children
Jeanette Winterson (2006). “Lighthousekeeping”, p.82, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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