4 Quotes by Winterson

If you felt sorry for every man you murdered, every life you broke in two, every slow and painful harvest you destroyed, every child whose future you stole, madness would throw her noose around your neck and lead you into the dark woods where the rivers are polluted and the birds are silent.

All we can do is keep telling the stories, hoping that someone will ear. Hoping that in the noisy echoing nightmare of endlessly breaking news and celebrity gossip, other voices might be heard, speaking of the life of the mind and the soul's journey.

Zăpada e doar ploaia care a rămas afară în frig.

Dragostea e un mister și că dragostea e miserul care face lucrurile să se întâmple.