We bury things so deep we no longer remember there was anything to bury. Our bodies remember. Our neurotic states remember. But we don't.
Jeanette WintersonWhy did I walk so purposefully in a straight line? Where would it take me? He went round and round and we got there all the same.
Jeanette WintersonThe most prosaic of us betray a belief in the inward life every time we talk about 'my body' rather than 'I.
Jeanette WintersonLove, they say, enslaves and passion is a demon and many have been lost for love. I know this is true, but I know too that without love we grope the tunnels of our lives and never see the sun. When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself. I lifted my hand in bewilderment and felt my cheeks, my neck. This was me. And when I had looked at myself and grown accustomed to who I was, I was not afraid to hate parts of me because I wanted to be worthy of the mirror bearer.
Jeanette Winterson