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Fools stay in love. I am a fool.
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We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much. And still we long to feel.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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The heart. Carbon-based primitive in a silicon world.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Rights begin where love ends. Shall we argue over who is the most to blame?
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love
blame
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Nowadays people talk about the things he did as though they made sense. As though even his most disastrous mistakes were only the result of bad luck or hubris.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I had better come clean now and say that I do not believe that art (all art) and beauty are ever separate, nor do I believe that either art or beauty are optional in a sane society.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Die Wahrheit aber ist, dieses Ware ist immer nur eine Erfindung. Ich kann nur die Entscheidungen treffen, die ich treffe, warum sich also qualen mit dem, was gewesen ware, wenn ich doch nur bewaltigen kann, was war?" "Die Ware-Inseln sind fur den Menschen unbewohnbar."
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Everyone knows a homosexual is no closer to being a woman than a rhinoceros.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Uncertainty to me was like Aardvaark to other people. A curious thing I had no notion of, but recongnised through secondhand illustrations.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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It works because the principle of personal space is always the same, whether you're fending off an elemental or someone's bad mood. It's a force field around yourself, and as long as our imagining powers are weak, it's useful to have something to remind us.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I have not gone forward or back in time, but across in time, to something I might have been, playing itself out.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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My mother told stories - of their life in the war and how she'd played the accordion in the air-raid shelter and it had got rid of the rats. Apparently rats like violins and pianos but they can't stand the accordion . . .
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war
air-raid
rats
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She knew full well that writers were sex-crazed bohemians who broke the rules and didn't go out to work.
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truth
writers
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No one else was there, with the weather like this. If I still lived there, I'd be indoors too. It's a visitor's privilege to be foolish.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don't have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over you. This is where I disagree with the philosophers. They talk about passionate things but there is no passion in them. Never talk happiness with a philosopher.
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there's no choice that doesn't mean a loss
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I was very often full of rage and despair. I was always lonely. In spite of all that I was and am in love with life. When I was upset I went roaming into the Pennines - all day on a jam sandwich and a bottle of milk. When I was locked outside, or the other favourite, locked in the coal-hole, I made up stories and forgot about the cold and the dark. I know these are ways of surviving, but maybe a refusal, any refusal, to be broken lets in en..
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Jeanette Winterson |
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If there is such a thing as spiritual adultery, my mother was a whore.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Of course people will laugh at you, but people laugh at a great many things, so there's no need to take it personally.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Kom naar beneden!' Ik kwam naar beneden, en toen ik weer op de grond stond, gaf mijn moeder me twee klappen in mijn gezicht. Wat zijn dat voor spelletjes?' Ik wilde de Wildernis zien.' Er is daar niets. Dat weet je.' Als er niets is, kan het ook geen kwaad.' Niets is het gevaarlijkste dat er is.' Waarom?' Als er niets is, kun je iets bedenken. Je zult de leegte niet kun!nen verdragen. Het zal evengoed leeg zijn, maar je zult jezelf wijsmake..
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Vertel me een verhaal, Silver. Wat voor verhaal? Het verhaal van wat daarna gebeurde. Dat hangt ervan af. Waarvan? Van hoe ik het vertel.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I hate this hospital. I sat in the car like this after my wife died. Staring out of the windscreen seeing nothing. The whole day passed and then it was night and nothing had changed because everything had changed.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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What is it that you contain? The dead, time, light patterns of millenia opening in your gut. What is salted up in the memory of you? Memory past and memory future.
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time
memories
metaphors
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We live as best we may in a world of worms.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I shall have nowt to talk to now the baby is boiled.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Well done, my fine fellow out of my womb. What have you gained? Nothing! And oh, what have you lost? Everything!
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Jeanette Winterson |
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The Romantics didn't need [the bible] because they found their own fire; but almost every other quasi-revolt has gone back to it, because when the heart revolts, it wants outrageous things that cannot possibly be factual. Robes and incense and larger-than-life and miracles and heroes.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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This Captain had been brought up in Istanbul. His mind was made of minarets and domes. He capped himself with spacious ease. He was his own call to prayer.
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turkey
istanbul
upbringing
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Like my grandmother he kept secrets the way other people keep fish. They were a hobby, a fascination, his underwater collection of the rare and the strange. Occasionally something would float up to the surface, unexpected, unexplained.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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What you fuck is much more important than how you write.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I kissed her, and forgot death.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Moon's gravitational pull means that earth doesn't wobble too much. Scientists call it obliquity. The moon holds us fast.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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We were in Ireland. Was there ever a country so damp? I had to wring out my mind to think clearly. I was a morning mist of confusion.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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This is the city of uncertainty, where routes and faces look alike and are not. Death will be like that. We will forever be recognizing people we have never met. But darkness and death are not the same. One is temporary, the other is not.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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sometimes you have to accept that your heart knows what to do
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Passion is not such an emotion as a destiny.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I felt miserable. When Keats felt miserable he always put on a clean shirt. But he was a poet.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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To lose someone you love Is to alter your life forever... The pain stops, there are new people, But the gap never closes...
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Jeanette Winterson |
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There's no dark like it. It's soft to the touch and heavy in the hands. You can open your mouth and let it sink into you 'till it makes a close ball in your belly. You can juggle with it, dodge it, swim in it. You can open it like a door.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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It takes much longer to leave the psychic place than the physical place.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Writers are often exiles, outsiders, runaways and castaways.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Yes, the past is another country, but once that we can visit and once there we can bring back the things we need.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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The future of women is uncertain. We don't breed in the womb any more, and if we aren't wanted for sex ... But there will always be men. Women haven't gone for little boys. Women have a different approach. Surrounded by hunks, they look for 'the ugly man inside'. Thugs and gangsters, rapists and wife-beaters are making a comeback. They may smile like beach-boys, but they are pure shark. So this is the future. F is for Future.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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We gamble with the hope of winning, but it's the thought of what we might lose that excites us
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Jeanette Winterson |