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Jeanette Winterson

Jeanette Winterson, OBE (born 27 August 1959) is 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. She is a two-time winner of the Lambda Literary Award, which focuses on LGBT issues.

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Language always betrays us, tells the truth when we want to lie, and dissolves into formlessness when we would most like to be precise.

Formlessness, Language, Lie, Like, Lying, Want

Reading is a rendezvous with your soul.

Reading, Rendezvous, Soul

It is not possible to control the outside of yourself until you have mastered your breathing space. It is not possible to change anything until you understand the substance you wish to change.

Breathing Space, Change, Control, Possible, Substance, Wish

I do not accept that life has an ordinary shape, or that there is anything ordinary about life at all. We make it ordinary, but it is not.

Accept, Accepting, Life, Make, Ordinary, Shapes

Children, I suppose, are always unfinished business: they begin as part of your own body, and continue as separate as another continent.

Inspirational, Children, Kids, Unfinished, Business

I think every work of art is an act of faith, or we wouldn't bother to do it. It is a message in a bottle, a shout in the dark. It's saying, 'I'm here and I believe that you are somewhere and that you will answer if necessary across time, not necessarily in my lifetime. '

Art, Believe, Bottle, Dark

I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don't have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over you.

Adults, Blow, Children, Easier, Same, Talking

One day, tens of millions of years from now, someone will find me rusted into the mud of a world they have never seen, and when they crumble me between their fingers, it will be you they find.

Fingers, One Day, Seen, World, Years

Only the impossible is worth the effort.

Effort, Impossible, Worth

Somewhere between fear and sex passion is.

Fear, Passion, Sex

Seeing one's books on the shelf tells you so much about the way somebody has, over the years, put together their private library, which is a reflection of their minds and their selves.

Book, Books, Reflection, Self, Somebody, Tells

The ancients believed in fate because they recognized how hard it is for anyone to change anything. The pull of past and future is so strong that the present is crushed by it. We lie helpless in the force of patterns inherited and patterns re-enacted by our own behavior. The burden is intolerable.

Believed, Crushed, Fate, Lying, Strong

When I look at my life I realise that the mistakes I have made, the things I really regret, were not errors of judgement but failures of feeling.

Errors, Feeling, Mistake, Mistakes, Regret, Things

I used to think marriage was a plate-glass window just begging for a brick.

Begging, Brick, Bricks, Glasses, Thinking, Window

It’s better to think of my life like that— part miracle, part madness. It’s better if I accept that I can’t 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.

Control, Life, Matter, Miracle, Thinking

I don't read reviews because by then it's too late - whatever anyone says, the book won't change. It is written.

Book, Change, Says, Too Late, Written

Art saved me; it got me through my depression and self-loathing, back to a place of innocence.

Art, Back, Depression, Healing, Innocence

You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking?

Asking, Away, Give, Giving, Heart, Time

Now that I have lost you I cannot allow you to develop, you must be a photograph not a poem.

Lost, Lost You, Photograph, Poem

I believe you have to write every day–make the time. It’s about having an organized mind instead of a chaotic and untidy one. There is a myth that writers are bohemian and do what they like in their own way. Real writers are the most organized people on the planet. You have to be. You’re doing the work and running your own business as well. It’s an incredibly organized state. [Also reading]…one of the things reading does do is discipline your mind. There are no writers who are not readers.

Business, Mind, Reading, Real, Running, Untidy

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