“You said, 'I love you.' Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear?
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An excellent start to the hols with #WrittenOnTheBody by Jeanette Winterson. It's romantic, moving, subversive, beautifully structured and genuinely hilarious. And apparently written at Ruth Rendell's pad!
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A rare book: Challenged my stereotyped gender view when I first read it in the early 1990s 8/10 #JeanetteWinterson #WrittenontheBody
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Did I invent her? /
No, but you tried to. She wasn’t yours for the making. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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She came out of the air and now she’s returned to it. Wherever she is I can’t go there. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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Stars in your eyes, my own constellation. I was following you faithfully but I looked down. You took me out beyond the house, over the roofs, way past commonsense and good behaviour. No compromise. I should have trusted you but I lost my nerve. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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Was it? Is that what perfection costs? Operatic heroics and a tragic end? What about a wasteful end? Most opera ends wastefully. The happy endings are compromises. Is that the choice? #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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I miss you. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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I don’t want to be reminded of you, I want you. / Why not? Make a fresh start, isn’t that one of those useful clichés? #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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This is the body where your name is written, passing into the hands of strangers. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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She was free. Is that you flying over the fields with the wind under your wing? Why didn’t I trust you? Am I any better than him? Now you’ve made fools of us both and sprung away. The snare didn’t close on you. It closed on us. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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She flooded me and she has not drained away. I am still wading through her, she beats upon my doors and threatens my innermost safety. I have no gondola at the gate and the tide is still rising. Swim for it, don’t be afraid. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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To end would be to begin again. Only she, only me. She was jealous but so was I. She was brute with love but so was I. Neither of us had the upper hand, we wore matching wounds. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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The tender thing I wanted to protect. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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The previous months had been wild with despair and cushioned by shock. I had been half mad, if madness is to be on the fringes of the real world. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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Fragile creatures of a small blue planet, surrounded by light years of silent space. Do the dead find peace beyond the rattle of the world? #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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The moment you had prepared for so carefully took you by storm. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to? #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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You’ll get over it …’ It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it’ is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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Who eats an olive without first puncturing the swaddle? The waited moment when the teeth shoot a strong burst of clear juice that has in it the weight of the land, the vicissitudes of the weather, even the first name of the olive keeper. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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My lover is an olive tree whose roots grow by the sea. Her fruit is pungent and green. It is my joy to get at the stone of her. The little stone of her hard by the tongue. Her thick-fleshed salt-veined swaddle stone. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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You asked me if I wanted to strangle you. No, I wanted to fit you, not just in the obvious ways but in so many indentations. #WrittenOnTheBody
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It has been a long day for you to find me. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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That is how I know you. You are what I know. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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When I turn in the night the bed is continent-broad. There is endless white space where you won’t be. I travel it inch by inch but you’re not there. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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I tried to keep awake at night until utterly exhausted so that I could miss the early dreaming sleep of one who has much to hide. #WrittenOnTheBody #JeanetteWinterson
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