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
monsters
She was a monster, but she was my monster.
strangers-and-friends want
How many of us want any of us to see us as we really are?
safe helping sometimes
Sometimes you have to live in precarious and temporary places. Unsuitable places. Wrong places. Sometimes the safe place won't help you.
lying healing light
Lie beside me. Let me see the division of your pores. Let me see the web of scars made by your family's claws and you their furniture. Let me see the wounds that they denied. The battle ground of family life that has been your body. Let me see the bruised red lines that signal their encampment. Let me see the routed place where they are gone. Lie beside me and let the seeing be healing. No need to hide. No need for either darkness or light. Let me see you as you are.
appreciation appreciate supplements
To create was a fundament, to appreciate, a supplement.
children unconditional-love love-is
Unconditional love is what a child should expect from a parent even though it rarely works out that way.
disappointment secret might
We heal up through being loved, and through loving others. We don't heal by forming a secret society of one - by assessing about the only other 'one' we might admit, and being doomed to disappointment.
memories loss way
Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.
feels
I am much better at saying how I feel when I no longer feel it.
sleep world wide-awake
She was fragile, gentle, wide awake in a sleeping world.
heart thinking feelings
I don't own my emotions unless I can think about them. I am not afraid of feeling but I am afraid of feeling unthinkingly. I don't want to drown. My head is my heart's lifebelt.
hurt memories love-is
Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone has said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shift of recognition. It was worth it. Love is worth it.
betrayal mean your-side
By betrayal, I mean promising to be on your side, then being on somebody else's.
giving-up demon found
If I let them take away my demons, I'll have to give up what I've found.