Jeanette Winterson Quotes
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I think we still believe that ambition is for boys.
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I wanted to invent myself as a fictional character. And I did, and it has caused a great deal of confusion.
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Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle.
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There are so many separate selves; no one who writes creatively hasn't felt that.
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Whether you want to call it God or the mystery of the cosmos doesn't matter to me.
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It is helpful for a woman artist not to have a husband.
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What you risk reveals what you value.
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I didn't mind being unpopular at school, because everyone else was a heathen.
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The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down.
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I'm not a quitter.
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I wanted to write a new fable and see how many rules you could break.
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What's invisible to us is also crucial for our own well-being.
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I went outside, tripping over slabs of sunshine the size of towns. The sun was like a crowd of people, it was a party, it was music. The sun was blaring through the walls of the houses and beating down the steps. The Sun was drumming time into the stone. The sun was rhythming the day. (p. 197)
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When it is time to get to work, I go away completely and don't do anything except the work. And that can be 16 hours a day.
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I never cared about money.
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I think heterosexuality and homosexuality are a kind of psychosis, and the truth is somewhere in the middle.
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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.
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I think people deceive themselves about themselves, particularly as they get older.
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London is a small place, and it is very incestuous. People know where you live. Everybody is sort of on top of each other.
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I hated historical novels with fluttering cloaks.
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I am not interested in genres. I am interested in doing the best work I can in whatever medium.
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To create a past that seemed authentic but would be a fiction, you need an invented language.
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You say we are not one, you say truly there are two of us. Yes, there were two of us, but we were one. As for myself, I am splintered by great waves. I am coloured glass from a church window long since shattered. I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them.
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Why is the measure of love... loss? pg.9