what jeanette winterson said / things you wish you had written / words to inspire you

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'Winterson's great gift is capturing the emotional heft of her stories with sentences that hum along, ... tmi.me/1fblJ9

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'But Winterson's gift for capturing unspoken emotion with powerful but never overwritten lyricism...' (Dean Bakopoulos, NYT)
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jeanette winterson retweeted
What can we really learn about about dating from Shakespeare? @wintersonwords investigates: bit.ly/1NG2kS0
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"Everything is permissable if it's a good story...there are no rules, just trends" - @Wintersonworld spouting writing wisdom @wintersonwords
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The pain would come back again and again if I didn't live in the grief. And the thought of it coming back was awful, unbearable.
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(...) and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.
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I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start ... tmi.me/1f6ygk

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To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative.
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They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses.
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Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives.
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I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives.
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But whatever extends the day loses us the dark.
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It's fashionable now to say that any mistake is made by both of you. That's not always true. One person can easily kill another.
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We did what most people do; buried them under the floorboards and got used to the smell.
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When we killed what we were to become what we are, what did we do with the bodies?
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I interpret the world by confusing other people’s psychology with my own. I say I am open-minded but what I think is.
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What I call light is my own blend of darkness.
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hearth from the quest.
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Our story is the old clash between history and home. Or to put it another way, the immeasurable impossible space that seems to divide the
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