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Perhaps it is true that the world is made new again every day but our minds are not. The clamp that holds me will not let me go.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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All the familiar things were getting different meanings.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Only humans can know what it means to strip a human being of being human.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Ne sachant quoi lire ni dans quel ordre, j'ai suivi l'alphabet. Dieu merci, elle s'appelait Austen...
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I had thought about everything carefully before I had agreed to him. I had made every preparation, every calculation, except for those two essentials that could not be calculated; his heart and mine.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I am an ambitious writer - I don't see the point of being anything, no, not anything at all, if you have no ambition for it.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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At bed-time I went into my room and put out the light. I didn't get undressed. I lay on my bed and looked out of the window at the stars. I read in a book that the stars can take you anywhere. I've never wanted to be an astronaut because of the helmets. If I were up there on the moon, or by the Milky Way, I'd want to feel the stars round my head. I'd want them in my hair the way they are in paintings of the gods. I'd want my whole body to f..
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Jeanette Winterson |
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And the people I have hurt, the mistakes I have made, the damage to myself and others, wasn't poor judgement; it was the place where love had hardened into loss.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I was not so sure but too tired and too relieved to go further that night. To reach one another again had been far enough.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Hardship is a man-made device because man cannot exist without passion. Religion is somewhere between fear and sex.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I have sometimes sacrificed freedom in order to belong, but more often I have given up all hope of belonging.
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freedom
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My mother has often been labelled as strange but that's because she says things that people can't possibly believe. Mostly she's right.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Mrs. Winterson didn't want her body resurrected because she had never, ever loved it, not even for a single minute of a single day But although she believed in End Time, she felt that the bodily resurrection was unscientific. When I asked her about this she told me she had seen Pathe newsreels of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and she knew all about Robert Oppenheimer and the Manhattan Project. She had lived through the war. Her brother had been i..
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Mrs. Winterson did not have a soothing personality. Ask for reassurance and it would never come. I never asked her if she loved me. She loved me on those days when she was able to love. I really believe that is the best she could do.
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parental-love
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Jeanette Winterson |
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When you are a solitary kid you find an imaginary friend.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Manchester is in the south of the north of England. Its spirit has a contrariness in it -- a south and north bound up together -- at once untamed and unmetropolitan; at the same time, connected and wordly.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me.
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jeanette winterson |
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I sat at the back, listening to the music or mumbling through the service. I'm never tempted by God but I like his trappings.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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It was very bad for me that my deafness happened at around the same time as I discovered my clitoris.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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St. Paul said it is better to marry than to burn, but my mother taught me it is better to burn than to marry.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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If someone liked me, I waited until she was off guard, and then I told her I didn't want to be her friend any more. I watched the confusion and upset. The tears. Then I ran off, triumphantly in control, and very fast the triumph and the control leaked away, and then I cried and cried, because I had put myself on the outside again, on the doorstep again, where I didn't want to be.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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The unknownness of my needs frightens me. I do not know how huge they are, or how high they are, I only know that they are not being met.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Yes. Just pass me my leg will you? It's on top of the wardrobe where he threw it, and I think my right arm is leaning over by the wall. My head is in the gas oven but it will probably be all right, I'm told that green colour wears off. Unfortunately I threw my heart to the dogs. Never mind. No one will notice how much is missing from the inside, will they?
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Jeanette Winterson |
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My mother had painted the white roses red and now she claimed they grew that way.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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There is talk in the village that there is more in these sewers than sewerage. Yes, I say, Yes. But not only these sewers. There is more in your heart than can be spoken. More in your eyes than you will tell. More in the mind of you than anyone can know. More in the night than darkness. More in the river than can be dredged. What more ? The hate, envy, malice, greed, stupidity and evil that lie under the floor of everything. If I have secre..
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Jeanette Winterson |
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When I was born, my mother dressed me as a boy because she could not afford to feed any more daughters. By the mystic laws of gender and economics, it ruins a peasant to place half a bowl of figs in front of his daughter, while his son may gorge on the whole tree, burn it for firewood and piss on the stump, and still be reckoned a blessing to his father.
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sons
gender
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Jeanette Winterson |
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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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Jeanette Winterson |
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There's a planet,' said Spike, 'made of water, entirely of water, where every solid thing is its watery equivalent. There are no seas because there is no land. There are no rivers because there are no banks. There is no thirst because there is no dry. 'The planet is like a bowl of water except that there is no bowl. It hangs in space as a drop of water hangs from a leaf, except that there is no leaf. It cannot exist, and yet it does. I tel..
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Why do humans need answers? Partly I suppose because without one, almost any one, the question itself soon sounds silly.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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You were loved then and you are loved now. Isn't that enough?
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Being free is not being powerful or rich or well regarded or without obligations but being able to love.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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We gamble with the thought of winning. But it's the thought of what we might lose that excites us.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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There's no choice that doesn't mean a loss.
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loss
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Jeanette Winterson |
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My usual confessional is a straight Macallan but not before 5 o'clock. Perhaps that's why I try and have my crises in the evening.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Reading yourself as a fiction as well as a fact is the only way to keep the narrative open - the only way to stop the story from running away under its own momentum, often towards an ending no one wants.
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reading
fiction
life
end
stories
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Jeanette Winterson |
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History is a madman's museum.
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history
museums
objects
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Humans have given away all their power to a "they". You aren't able to fight the system because without the system none of you can survive."
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Jeanette Winterson |
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She is a maze where I got lost years ago, and now find the way out. She is the missing map. She is the place that I am.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I walked out to brood on this life of ours, which seems from birth to death to be a steady loss, disguised by sudden gains and happiness, which persuade us of good fortune, when all the while the glass is emptying.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Why is it that human beings are allowed to grow up without the necessary apparatus to make sound ethical decisions?
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literature
written-on-the-body
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Reading is where the wild things are.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I am always wondering about love.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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There is so little life, and it is fraught with chance. We meet, we don't meet, we take the wrong turning, and still bump into each other. We conscientiously choose the 'right road' and it leads nowhere.
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Jeanette Winterson |
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This is a quantum universe,' said Spike, 'neither random nor determined. It is potential at every second. All you can do is intervene.
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Jeanette Winterson |