I didnโt want to tell the story of myself, but someone I called myself. If you read yourself as fiction, itโs rather more liberating than reading yourself as fact.
Jeanette WintersonTime that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.
Jeanette WintersonYou play, you win, you play, you lose. You play. Itโs the playing thatโs irresistible. Dicing from one year to the next with the things you love, what you risk reveals what you value.
Jeanette WintersonDonโt you, when strangers and friends come to call, straighten the cushions, kick the books under the bed and put away the letter you were writing? How many of us want any of us to see us as we really are? Isnโt the mirror hostile enough?
Jeanette Winterson