Quotes From "The Powerbook" By Jeanette Winterson

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You had once asked me if I was afraid of death. I said I was afraid of not living. I don’t want to eke out my life like a resource in short supply. The only selfish life is a timid one. To hold back, to withdraw, to keep the best in reserve, both overvalues the self, and undervalues what the self is. Jeanette Winterson
...love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and...
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...love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down Jeanette Winterson
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There's no such thing as effortless beauty--you should know that. There's no effort which is not beautiful--lifting a heavy stone or loving you. Loving you is like lifting a heavy stone. It would be easier not to do it and I'm not quite sure why I am doing it. It takes all my strength and all my determination, and I said I wouldn't love someone again like this. Is there any sense in loving someone you can only wake up to by chance? . Jeanette Winterson
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There is always a city. There is always a civilisation. There is always a barbarian with a pickaxe. Sometimes you are the city, sometimes you are the civilisation, but to become that city, that civilisation, you once took a pickaxe and destroyed what you hated, and what you hated was what you did not understand. Jeanette Winterson
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The past is magnetic. It draws us in. Jeanette Winterson
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History is a madman's museum. Jeanette Winterson
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Perhaps this is how it is--life flowing smoothly over memory and history, the past returning or not, depending on the tide. History is a collection of found objects washed up through time. Goods, ideas, personalities, surface towards us, then sink away. Some we hook out, others we ignore, and as the pattern changes, so does the meaning. We cannot rely on the facts. Time, which returns everything, changes everything. Jeanette Winterson
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The tamer my love, the farther away it is from love. In fierceness, in heat, in longing, in risk, I find something of love's nature. In my desire for you, I burn at the right temperature to walk through love's fire. So when you ask me why I cannot love you more calmly, I answer that to love you calmly is not to love you at all. Jeanette Winterson
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There will be a future. We believe in our unreality too strongly to give it up. Jeanette Winterson
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This Captain had been brought up in Istanbul. His mind was made of minarets and domes. He capped himself with spacious ease. He was his own call to prayer. Jeanette Winterson
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You are young, " said my father. "You won't get any younger even if you clean your teeth twice a day."" You'll get older, " said my mother, "that's what happens."" Then what happens?"" You won't be able to find the treasure."" Will I be too old to look for it?"" No, but you'll be looking in the wrong place. Jeanette Winterson
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I can change the story. I am the story. Jeanette Winterson
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I like being on my own better than I like anything else, but I can't give up love. Maybe it's the tension between longing and aloneness that I need. My own funicular railway, holding in balance the two things most likely to destroy me. Jeanette Winterson
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When I was born, my mother dressed me as a boy because she could not afford to feed any more daughters. By the mystic laws of gender and economics, it ruins a peasant to place half a bowl of figs in front of his daughter, while his son may gorge on the whole tree, burn it for firewood and piss on the stump, and still be reckoned a blessing to his father. Jeanette Winterson
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There is always a city. There is always a civilization. There is always a barbarian with a pickaxe. Sometimes you are the city, sometimes you are the civilization, but to become that city, that civilization, you once took a pickaxe and destroyed what you hated, and what you hated is what you did not understand. Jeanette Winterson