You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking?

Jeanette Winterson
Profession: Novelist
Nationality: British
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You play, you win, you play, you lose. You play. It's the playing that's irresistible.
What if?' has no power against ‘What if not?' The not of you is unbearable. I must have you.
She was a Roman Cardinal, chaste, but for the perfect choirboy.
To create a past that seemed authentic but would be a fiction, you need an invented language.