I know now, after fifty years, that the finding/losing, forgetting/remembering, leaving/returning, never stops. The whole of life is about another chance, and while we are alive, till the very end, there is always another chance.
—Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?, Grove Press, 2013 (via 3-2-1)
To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.
—Jeanette Winterson, The Guardian, 31 de Outubro de 2009