1,104 Quotes by Jeanette Winterson

When I touch her, my fingers don’t question what she is. My body knows who she is. The strange thing about strangers is that they are unknown and known. There is a pattern to her, a shape I understand, a private geometry that numbers mine. She is a maze where I got lost years ago, and now find the way out. She is the missing map. She is the place that I am. She is a stranger. She is the strange that I am beginning to love.

What’s the big deal? Snow’s just rain that’s been left out in the cold.

They never say, I love you with all my kidneys. I love you with my liver. They never say, my gall bladder is yours and yours alone. No one says, she broke my appendix.

All I am saying is that love is not exclusively human.

If I can’t stay where I am, and I can’t, then I will put all that I can into the going.

If I let them take away my demons, I’ll have to give up what I’ve found.

Happy Valentines Day to those who have found love, in whatever shape or form, and to those who are still hunting, don’t give up. If you feel bad, send yourself a card. You must be worth it.

I’m a woman. And I’m a man. That’s how it is for me. I am in a body that I prefer. But the past, my past, is not subject to surgery. I didn’t do it to distance myself from myself. I did it to get nearer to myself.

You play, you win, you play, you lose. You play. It’s the playing that’s irresistible.