The night I left home I felt that I had been tricked or trapped into going - and not even by Mrs Winterson, but by the dark narrative of our life together. Her fatalism was so powerful. She was her ow...
The mystics and the churchmen talk about throwing off his body and its desires, being no longer a slave to the flesh. They don't say that through the flesh we are set free. That our desire for another...
The healing power of art is not a rhetorical fantasy. Fighting to keep language, language became my sanity and my strength. It still is, and I know of no pain that art cannot assuage. For some, music,...
The end of every game is an anti-climax. What you thought you would feel you don't feel, what you thought was so important isn't any more. It's the game that's exciting.
The door had swung open. I had gone in. The room had no floor. I had fallen and fallen and fallen. But I was alive.And that night the cold stars made a constellation from the pieces of my broken mind.
The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious you might never come home, like all the men who now live with mermaids at the bottom of the sea.
The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark. When you look closely, the twenty-four hour day is framed into a momen...
The Romantics didn't need [the bible] because they found their own fire; but almost every other quasi-revolt has gone back to it, because when the heart revolts, it wants outrageous things that cannot...
That's why he hates him so much. He disappointed him. Passion does not take disappointment well.What is more humiliating than finding the object of your love unworthy?
That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet.
Tengo la teoría de que, cada vez que decides algo importante, la parte de ti que dejas atrás continúa la otra vida que podrías haber vivido
Tell me the story, Pew. . . .It was a woman.You always say that.There's always a woman somewhere, child; a princess, a witch, a stepmother, a mermaid, a fairy godmother, or one as wicked as she is bea...
Take two people. Slice lengthways. Boil with the lid on. Add a marriage, a past, another woman. Sugar to taste. Pass through a chance meeting. Lubricate sparingly. Serve on a bed of – or is it in a be...
Take the heart first. Then you don't feel the cold so much. The pain so much. With the heart gone, there's no reason to stay your hand. Your eyes can look on death and not tremble. It's the heart that...
St Paul said it is better to marry than to burn, but my mother taught me it is better to burn than to marry. She wanted to be a nun. She hoped I would be a priest and saved to give me an education whi...
Sometimes it doesn't matter that there was any time before this time. Sometimes it doesn't matter that it's night or day or now or then. Sometimes where you are is enough. It's not that time stops or...
She was a Roman Cardinal, chaste, but for the perfect choirboy.
Sanat sıradışıdır; alışılagelmiş yöntemle onu ehlileştirerek ya da yemleyerek kalıplara sokmaya çalışmak nafiledir. Kim hayvanat bahçesine gidip de aslanı biraz olsun anlamış ki?
Reading yourself as a fiction as well as a fact is the only way to keep the narrative open -- the only way to stop the story running away under its own momentum, often towards an ending no one wants.
On the top of the hill looking out over the town I wanted to see further than anybody had seen. That wasn't arrogance; it was desire. I was all desire, desire for life.