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I am crawling like one of those children who pulled coal wagons in the depths of the earth. I am on my hands and knees and listening to the boom boom above, or is it my pulse, my heart? I don't know. I must pull this weight strapped behind me, this cart filled with my own fears and inadequacies, and if there is a way out, perhaps I will find it, but not until my hands and knees have worn away the sadness in me, sadness so deep that a whale ..
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I'm never tempted by God but I like his trappings. Not tempted but I begin to understand why others are. With this feeling inside, with this wild love that threatens, what safe places might there be? Where do you store gunpowder? How do you sleep at night again? If I were a little different I might turn passion into something holy and then I would sleep again.
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passion
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Viitorul, prezentul si trecutul nu exista decat in mintea noastra, iar de la departare marginile li se micsoreaza si li se incetoseaza precum granitele unor tari dusmane, vazute dintr-un oras plutitor, tocmai de pe bolta.
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trecutul
viitorul
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Jeanette Winterson |
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This is one reason why it remains anarchic even at its most canonised. The modern world is Time's fool. Art is master of itself. But, you may say, who has long hours for a book these days? The answer must be whoever wants to read one. A reader must pick up a book, then the reader must pick up the beat. At that moment the clock is stopped. Now I am getting his beat into my brain (the rhythm is the main thing in writing).
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Jeanette Winterson |
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In Venice, a long time ago, when we had our own calendar and stayed aloof from the world, we began the days at night. What use was the sun to us when our trade and our secrets and our diplomacy depended on darkness? In the dark you are in disguise and this is the city of disguises.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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When you dig under the surface, past the necessities, men and women don't mix.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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A work of art is abundant, spills out, gets drunk, sits up with you all night and forgets to close the curtains, dries your tears, is your friend, offers you a disguise, a difference, a pose. Cut and cut it through and there is still a diamond at the core. Skim the top and it is rich. The inexhaustible energy of art is transfusion for a worn-out world. When I read Virginia Woolf she is to my spirit, waterfall and wine.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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So just you take care, what you think is the heart might well be another organ.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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And I thought about women. All these books, and how long had it taken for women to write their share, and why were their still so few women poets and novelists, and even fewer who were considered to be important?
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writing
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Jeanette Winterson |
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We are a lukewarm people and our longing for freedom is our longing for love. If we had the courage to love we would not so value these acts of war.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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The midgets acted all of the tragedies and many of the comedies. They acted them all at once, and it was fortunate that Tetrahedron had so many faces, otherwise he might have died of fatigue. They acted them all at once, and the emperor, walking round his theatre, could see them all at once, if he wished. Round and round he walked, and so learned a very valuable thing: that no emotion is the final one.
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theatre
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Passion is not well bred.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I have learned what love costs. I never count it but I know what it costs.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Art is a way into other realities, other personalities. When I let myself be affected by a book, I let into myself new customs and new desires. The book does not reproduce me, it re-defines me, pushes at my boundaries, shatters the palings that guard my heart. Strong texts work along the borders of our minds and alter what already exists. They could not do this if they merely reflected what already exists.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Lovers are not at their best when it matters. Mouths dry up, palms sweat, conversation flags and all the time the heart is threatening to fly from the body once and for all. Lovers have been known to have heart attacks. Lovers drink too much from nervousness and cannot perform. They eat too little and faint during their fervently wished consummation.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I began to feel like Sarpi, that Venetian priest and diplomat, who said he never told a lie but didn't tell the truth to everyone.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Is it because she will return that I take pleasure in being alone? Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox; that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Until we learn to stop dying Tom, we have to live with the consequences. There's no room for the dead unless you treat them as ornamental.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I have found that I am not a space where people want to live. At least not without decorating first.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Cuando cayo la noche, vio la luz del faro del cabo de la Ira; solo hacia una semana que estaba encendida, pero estaba encendida, y supo que si se convertia a si mismo en la historia de la luz, quiza se salvaria.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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That's why he hates him so much. He disappointed him. Passion does not take disappointment well. What is more humiliating than finding the object of your love unworthy?
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I think I may have missed the world, that the one I've seen is a decoy to get me off the scent.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Dark could feel the familiar pain behind his eyes. His eyes were bars, and behind them was a fierce, unfed animal. When people looked at him they had the feeling of being shut out. He did not shut them out. He shut himself in.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Dark woke out of his sleeping nightmare and into his waking nightmare. He had dreamed of a door closing and closing.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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What could he know at two months old, head like a question mark?
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Jeanette Winterson |
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She did not press me to do so, she had often said that as she got older she took what she could of life but expected little. Then I was gone. Every time I was tempted to go to her I went to the Casino instead and watched some fool humiliating himself at the tables. I could gamble on another night, reduce myself a little more, but after the tenth night would come the eleventh and the twelfth and so on into the silent space that is the pain o..
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Jeanette Winterson |
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There's a lot of talk about freedom. It's like the Holy Grail, we grow up hearing about it, it exists, we're sure of that, and every person has his own idea of where.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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That night, I knew I would get away, better myself. Not because I despised who I was, but because I did not know who I was. I was waiting to be invented. I was waiting to invent myself.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Necesitaba palabras porque las familias infelices son un pacto de silencio. Quien rompa el silencio jamas sera perdonado.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Nobody can afford to sleep anymore. Do you realise how much it costs?
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Jeanette Winterson |
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For myself I will plant a cypress tree and it will outlive me. That's what I miss about the fields, the sense of the future as well as the present. That one day what you plant will spring up unexpectedly; a shoot, a tree, just when you were looking the other way, thinking about something else. I like to know that life will outlive me, that's a happiness Bonaparte never understood.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I am in love with her; not a fantasy or a myth or a creature of my own making. Her. A person who is not me. I invented Bonaparte as much as he invented himself. My passion for her, even though she could never return it, showed me the difference between inventing a lover and falling in love. The one is about you, the other about someone else.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I say I'm in love with her, what does that mean? It means I review my future and my past in the light of this feeling. It is as though I wrote in a foreign language that I am suddenly able to read. Wordlessly she explains me to myself; like genius she is ignorant of what she does.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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There are thirteen moons every calendar year. They measure time differently on the moon. The moon orbits the earth once every 28 days As though she's looking for something she lost. A long time ago.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Somewhere between fear and sex. Somewhere between God and the devil passion is and the way there is sudden and the way back is worse. I'm surprised at myself talking in this way.
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sex
passion
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Jeanette Winterson |
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en la escuela siempre
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Is it failure for morning to become afternoon?
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I noticed that women have a private language. A language not dependent on the constructions of men but structured by signs and expressions, and that uses ordinary words as code-words meaning something other.
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words
women
language
gender
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Somewhere between fear and sex. Somewhere between God and the devil passion is and the way there is sudden and the way back is worse.
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sex
passion
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Jeanette Winterson |
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My own heart, like this wild place, has never been visited, and I do not know whether it could sustain life.
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love
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Running away from uncertainty and confusion but most of all running away from myself. I thought I might become someone else in time, grafted on to something better and stronger. And then I saw that the running away was a running towards. An effort to catch up with my fleet-footed self, living another life in a different way.
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escape
life
fleeing
running
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Everyone remembers things which never happened. And it is common knowledge that people often forget things which did. Either we are all fantasists and liars or the past has nothing definite in it.
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lies
reality
truth
memory
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Jeanette Winterson |
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If you're a hero you can be an idiot, behave badly, ruin your personal life, have any number of mistresses and talk about yourself all the time, and nobody minds. Heroes are immune. They have wide shoulders and plenty of hair and wherever they go a crowd gathers. Mostly they enjoy the company of other men, although attractive women are part of their reward.
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heroes
womanizing
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Jeanette Winterson |
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People will believe anything. Except, it seems, the truth.
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truth
gullibility
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Jeanette Winterson |