Quotes About Winterson

In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun.

The unknownness of my needs frightens me. I do not know how huge they are, or how high they are, I only know that they are not being met.

The rebellion of art is a daily rebellion against the state of living death routinely called real life.

The important things. Where should I find them? In the detail, like God? In the risk, like the Devil?

They sounded like intestines, only on the outside, and the men in the Bible were always having them cut off and not being able to go to church. Horrid.

She was her own Enigma Code and me and my dad were not Bletchley Park.

gifts — that strange word, a signifier meaning disappointment you can hold in your hands.