The riskiness of Art, the reason why it affects us, is not the riskiness of its subject matter, it is the risk of creating a new way of seeing, a new way of thinking.
Look up. This is the season of shooting stars. Light, two thousand years old, still dazzling. Let me see your face. Your face lit up by twenty centuries.
When a woman gives birth her waters break and she pours out the child and the child runs free.
What makes up a life; events or the recollection of events?How much of recollection is invention?Whose invention?
What are the unreal things but the passion that once burned one like a fire? What are the incredible things but the things that one has faithfully believed? What are the improbable things but the thin...
Time: Change experienced and observed. Time measured by the angle of the turning earth as it rotates through its axis. The earth turning slowly on its spit under the fire of the sun.
Saddest of all are the woman who were brought up to believe that self-sacrifice is the highest female virtue.
Progress is not one of those floating comparatives, so beloved of our friends in advertising, we need a context, a perspective. What are we better than? Who are we better than? Examine this statement:...
My needlework teacher suffered from a problem of vision. She recognised things according to expectation and environment. If you were in a particular place, you expected to see particular things. Sheep...
Mrs. Winterson didn't want her body resurrected because she had never, ever loved it, not even for a single minute of a single day But although she believed in End Time, she felt that the bodily resur...
Islands are metaphors of the heart, no matter what poet says otherwise.
I think therefore I am. Does that mean 'I feel therefore I'm not'? But only through feeling can I get at thinking.
For fate may hang on any moment and at any moment be changed.
But if what can exist does exist, is memory invention or is invention memory?
Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets?
To create was a fundament, to appreciate, a supplement. Once created, the creature was separate from the creator, and needed no seconding to fully exist.
I never wanted to find my birth parents - if one set of parents felt like a misfortune, two sets would be self-destructive...I had no idea that you could like your parents or that they could love you...
I thought no one was talking to me and the others thought I wasn't talking to them.