#th

London is a small place, and it is very incestuous. People know where you live. Everybody is sort of on top of each other. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#everybody #incestuous #know #live #london

Many people feel their outer self isn't the whole self. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#many #outer #people #self #their

My characters are always on the outside; the spotlight's not on them. But they do get somewhere. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#characters #get #outside #somewhere #spotlight

Nobody knows anything about Shakespeare the person. It's all legend, it is all rumor. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#anything #knows #legend #nobody #person

They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it? ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#different #ever #every #get #go

To create a past that seemed authentic but would be a fiction, you need an invented language. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#create #fiction #invented #language #need

When it is time to get to work, I go away completely and don't do anything except the work. And that can be 16 hours a day. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#away #completely #day #except #get

Whether you want to call it God or the mystery of the cosmos doesn't matter to me. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#cosmos #god #matter #me #mystery

With animal behavior, they're all fine until you introduce some rogue element into the cage, and then they go crazy. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#behavior #cage #crazy #element #fine

I feel the life slipping out of me. When the pain comes, I cry out, but there is no prayer in it, only fear. I kneel and recite my office and the Rosary but the words are empty - dry gourds rattling in the silence. The dark is terrible and I feel so alone. I see no signs but the symbols of contradiction. I try to dispose myself to faith, hope and charity, but my will is a blown reed in the winds of despair. ↗

— Morris L. West

#christianity #faith #prayer #faith