Jeanette Winterson Quotes

When you're young you have no worries, no drama, only your imagination. It's the best!

That's one of the great gifts of this, the greatest of all games, baseball: it allows you, still, to lose yourself in a dream, to feel and remember a season of life when summer never seemed to die and the assault of cynicism hadn't begun to batter optimism.

Everybody's twelve years old in an apple orchard.

If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.

I love kids; I think they are fun and funny.

I envy my daughter's childhood.

I love kids. I just love kids. They put you in a good mood and they are so full of life.

I've always reverted to a sense of childhood, just in everyday life.

That boundless freedom of childhood is so wonderful.

I think childhood is to everyone a lost land.

The essence of childhood, of course, is play, which my friends and I did endlessly on streets that we reluctantly shared with traffic.

Where children are, there is the golden age.

Inside every adult there's still a child that lingers. We're happiness merchants - giving people the opportunity to dream like children.

The kids are so much fun. I'm always taking a look over at what they're doing because it reminds me of when I was so small before.

Put a picture of yourself as a child in view somewhere, to remind yourself to be playful.

I think we all miss our childhood.

When you're around kids you can be a little kid yourself and pretend that life is magic and you don't have to be one of those sweaty people going to work every day.

The happiest days of my youth were when my brother and I would run through the woods and feel quite safe.

That great Cathedral space which was childhood.

'In Ear Park' perfectly encapsulates the beauty of youth for me.

Come clean with a child heart Laugh as peaches in the summer wind Let rain on a house roof be a song Let the writing on your face be a smell of apple orchards on late June.

Children hold spring so tightly in their brown fists-just as grownups, who are less sure of it, hold it in their hearts.

It is not because I do not love my adopted land - it is the natural feeling of one far from home, who remembers those happy, carefree days when life flowed at full tide, without responsibility, flashing past one like the drama in a fascinating story of adventure and romance.

A child's spirit is like a child, you can never catch it by running after it; you must stand still, and, for love, it will soon itself come back.