Where did love begin?What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there a day, exhausted and weary,dragging home food, arms cut and scarred, that you saw yellow flowers and, not knowing what you did, picked them because I love you? In the fossil record of our existence, there is no trace of love. You cannot find it held in the earth's crust, waiting to be discovered. The long bones of our ancestors show nothing of their hearts.
Jeanette WintersonTell me a story, Pew. What kind of story, child? A story with a happy ending. Thereโs no such thing in all the world. As a happy ending? As an ending.
Jeanette WintersonEvery believer is an anarchist at heart. True believers would rather see governments topple and history rewritten than scuff the cover of their faith.
Jeanette WintersonFor me, language is a freedom. As soon as you have found the words with which to express something, you are no longer incoherent, you are no longer trapped by your own emotions, by your own experiences; you can describe them, you can tell them, you can bring them out of yourself and give them to somebody else. That is an enormously liberating experience.
Jeanette Winterson