Jeanette Winterson
Jeanette Winterson
Jeanette Winterson, OBEis an award-winning English writer, who became famous with her first book, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, a semi-autobiographical novel about a sensitive teenage girl rebelling against conventional values. Some of her other novels have explored gender polarities and sexual identity. Winterson is also a broadcaster and a professor of creative writing...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth27 August 1959
love writing happens
I am a writer who happens to love women. I am not a lesbian who happens to write.
love-is sea land
Wherever love is, I want to be, I will follow it as surely as the land-locked salmon finds the sea.
creativity order patterns
Life is fragmentary, and the pattern that creativity can offer is not one that is imposed, not something rigid, but rather something which can reveal the intrinsic patterns of that fragmentation. Things are in a perpetual dance, but there is an order. It's not really random at all.
dark light needs
But not all dark places need light, I have to remember that.
cheating hands infidelity
Cheating is easy. There's no swank to infidelity. To borrow against the trust someone has placed in you costs nothing at first. You get away with it, you take a little more and a little more until there is no more to draw on. Oddly, your hands should be full with all that taking but when you open them there's nothing there.
moving past serial-killer
I've lived my life like a serial killer; finish with one part, strangle it and move on to the next. Life in neat little boxes is life in neat little coffins, the dead bodies of the past laid out side by side. I am discovering, now, in the late afternoon of the day, that the dead still speak.
years cells body
You know every cell in our bodies is completely renewed every seven years, so how can we talk about being the same person? We're absolutely not.
lying night long
Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision.
lying dark narrative
The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark.
years leaving another-chance
I know now, after fifty years, that the finding/losing, forgetting/remembering, leaving/returning, never stops. The whole of life is about another chance, and while we are alive, till the very end, there is always another chance.
home literature might
The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious you might never come home.
strong love-is forever
I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me.
being-yourself loneliness knowing
Loneliness isn't about being by yourself. That's fine, right and good, desirable in many ways. Loneliness is about finding a landing-place, or not, and knowing that, whatever you do, you can go back there. The opposite of loneliness isn't company, it's return. A place to return.
writing two kind
...there are two kinds of writing: the one you write and the one that writes you.