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I felt as if I had blundered into someone else's life by chance, discovered I wanted to stay, then blundered back into my own, without a clue, a hint, or a way of finishing the story.

— Jeanette Winterson The Powerbook (2000)

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If art, all art, is concerned with truth, then a society in denial will not find much in use for it.

Art Objects (1995)

Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle.

Sexing the Cherry (1989)

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.

Round and round he walked, and so learned a very valuable thing: that no emotion is the final one.

Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (1985)

No safety without risk, and what you risk reveals what you value.

Sexing the Cherry (1989)

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