Don't you think it's strange that life, described as so rich and full, a camel-trail of adventure, should shrink to this coin-sized world? A head on one side, a story on the other. Someone you loved and what happened. That's all there is when you dig in your pockets. The most significant thing is someone else's face. What else is embossed on your hands but her?
Jeanette WintersonWhat should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don't want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don't want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.
Jeanette WintersonPart fact part fiction is what life is. And it is always a cover story. I wrote my way out.
Jeanette WintersonItโs better to think of my life like thatโ part miracle, part madness. Itโs better if I accept that I canโt control any of the things that matter. My life is a trail of shipwrecks and set-sails. There are no arrivals, no destinations; there are only sandbanks and shipwreck; then another boat, another tide.
Jeanette WintersonNow that I have lost you I cannot allow you to develop, you must be a photograph not a poem.
Jeanette Winterson