Jeanette Winterson Quotes

Zaphod felt he was teetering on the edge of madness and wondered if he shouldn't just jump over and have done with it.

There is no shame is being ambivalent about almost everything in your life.

Guilt can make you doubt yourself at the very moment when you need to proceed with certainty.

Great. She shook her head. Not only am I having conversations with myself, but now I'm refusing to talk to me. This has got to be the first sign of madness.

Madness is not a consequence of uncertainty but of certainty.

Harrier twisted himself sideways on his saddle to stare at him [Tiercel]. 'You had a vision,' he said flaty. Yes. No. I don't know. I...Yes. No.

Now I'm confused. Now I don't know what I want.

Indecision may or may not be my problem.

I do struggle with the fact that I don't have all the answers.

... madness entered my veins.

I made up my mind, but I made it up both ways.

There's a scene in 'Medium Cool' in which a young man walks by with a sign that says, 'Sanity, please.' If anything summarizes what I was feeling at that time, it is that sign.

Manic depression's touching my soul. I know what I want, but I just don't know how to go about getting it.

But God!Who could live like this , anyway, with the kind of guesswork that was enough to make a person crazy, just sailing along, taking bumps here and there, no course navigated whatsoever, with any big wave capable of just tipping and sinking you entirely. IT was madness, stipidity, and- (then I saw him)

Raving mad is quite easy. You just chew up the scenery or something. It's quiet mad that's hard.

Everyone thinks I'm crazy, you know, because I can't tell them the truth; which is, that I'm driven crazy by all these thoughts, all these heads.

That is my being, the madness of an unaccustomed mood.

The meanings get lost and the teachings get tossed and you don't know what you're going to do next.

For a while Bastian stood motionless. He was so stunned by what he had just heard that he couldn't decide what to do... What he had hoped was his ruin and what he had feared his salvation.

We swung between madness and suicide ... it was beautiful!

Doubt is thought's despair; despair is personality's doubt. . . . Doubt and despair . . . belong to completely different spheres; different sides of the soul are set in motion. . . . Despair is an expression of the total personality, doubt only of thought.

Not doubt, certainty is what drives one insane.

Somewhere between psychotic and iconic/ Somewhere between I want it and I got it/ Somewhere between I’m sober and I’m lifted/ Somewhere between a mistress and commitment

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And nothing is but what is not.