Jeanette Quotes

I fell into the books, and left myself there for safekeeping.

The pain is when the dreams change, as they do, as they must.

Strange to dream in the right shape and build in the wrong shape, but maybe that is what we do every day, never believing that a dream could tell the truth.

Journalism encourages haste ... and haste is the enemy of art.

Reading is a rendezvous with your soul.

If there's one thing I can't stand it's a hero without a cause. People like that just make trouble so that they can solve it.

A homosexual is further away from a woman than a rhinoceros.

It is the nature of walls that they should fall.

Creativity is on the side of health - it isn't the thing that drives us mad; it is the capacity in us that tries to save us from madness.

I never cared about money.

When we let ourselves respond to poetry, to music, to pictures, we are clearing a space where new stories can root, in effect we are clearing a space for new stories about ourselves.

I had relationships with men as well as women. I wasn't choosing; I didn't think I had to.

Shuttered like a fan no-one suspects your shoulder blades of wings.

Why is the mind incapable of deciding its own subject matter? Why when we desperately want to think of one thing to we invariably think of another?

Many people feel their outer self isn't the whole self.

My characters are always on the outside; the spotlight's not on them. But they do get somewhere.

When it is time to get to work, I go away completely and don't do anything except the work. And that can be 16 hours a day.

The most prosaic of us betray a belief in the inward life every time we talk about 'my body' rather than 'I.

Every word written is a net to catch the word that has escaped.

Capitalism is like Japanese Knotweed: nothing kills it off. If there were only two people left on the planet, one of them would find a way of making money out of the other.

This is a quantum universe ... neither random nor determined. It is potential at every second. All you can do is intervene.

The universe has no sides, no end, can't be mapped. Enough to make a man talk about God, make a man superstitious and worship an idol. The science never gets as far as the strangeness.

It may be that there was no reason or purpose, for mankind must always be finding reasons where there are none, and comfort in a purpose that hardly exists.

Language is what stops the heart exploding.

Passion is for holidays, not homecoming.

There must be some part of Man that is more than his daily round. Some part of him that will use his profit on a matter of no profit.

Today we are all speeding under the golden arms of the arches into our city, into our lives, into the world that is a stream of information, ceaselessly collected and projected.

It is silence that most needs an answering -- when I can no longer speak, hear me.

Very often history is a means of denying the past.

The impulse to worship is impossible to eradicate. Even the most prosaic have to worship something.

I have found that I am not a space where people want to live, at least not without decorating first.

Although I sometimes pose as a fight animal, I'm really a flight animal.

Passion is not well bred.

Y'know, Nature's unpredictable -- that's why we had to tame her. Maybe we went too far, but in principle we made the right decision.

Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not.

The Humans is a laugh-and-cry book. Troubling, thrilling, puzzling, believable and impossible. Matt Haig uses words like a tin-opener. We are the tin.

Even the most solid of things, and the most real, the best-loved and the well-known, are only hand shadows on the wall. Empty space and points of light.

You cannot disown what is yours. Flung out, there is always the return, the reckoning, the revenge, perhaps the reconciliation. There is always the return.

When I was born, my father wanted to drown me, but my mother persuaded him to let me live in disguise, to see if I could bring any wealth to the household.

Birth is a shipwreck, the mewling infant shored on unknown land.

In therapy , the therapist acts as a container for what we daren't let out, because it is so scary, or what lets itself out every so often, and lays waste to our lives.

I wanted to cause trouble, but I know now it stays with you.

Make three wishes and they shall all come true. Make three hundred and I will honour every one

I think we are worlds compressed into human form.

Meatspace still has some advantages for a carbon-based girl.

Misery pulls away the brackets of life leaving you to free fall.

Love ... Just Nature's way of getting one person to pay the bills for another person.

Love is an experiment ... what happens next is always surprising.

The poet will not be satisfied with recording, the poet will have to transform.

the power of a text is not time-bound. The words go on doing their work.