Jeanette Winterson Quotes

… post-industrial society

Living in the age of information and technology, everything gets out so easy and so, so quickly.

... the business of life shuts us up within the environs of London and within sight of human advancement, which I should be so very glad to believe in without seeing.

Cities degrade us by magnifying trifles.

Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity.

New York is not a place that lets you be indifferent. New York is this kind of place that, wherever you go, wherever you move, you are always confronted by your own time.

We may have city lights and the glow of touch screens to obscure our view, but God's world is still near at hand, even right here in New York City where I live.

So much of the world is digital.

You could grow up in the city where history was made and still miss it all.

I always think that in a big city, anything is possible, including reinventing yourself.

Information is the oxygen of the modern age.

The City is an addictive machine from which there is no escape

To live in a city is to be forever flinching.

The City seems so much more in earnest: its business, its rush, its roar are such serious things, sights and sounds. The City is getting its living - the West-End but enjoying its pleasure.

We are always talking about being together, and yet whatever we invent destroys the family, and makes us wild, touchless beasts feeding on technicolor prairies and rivers.

Most of the people living in New York have come here from the far to try to make enough money to go back to the farm

There is practically no sense that is not violated every time we return from the country or the sea to Paris or London or New York.

As cities grow and technology takes over the world, belief and imagination fade away, and so do we.

Never before have we known what we know.

The sweetest souls, like the sweetest flowers, soon canker in cities, and no purity is rarer there than the purity of delight.

If this is the information age, what are we so well-informed about?

People nowadays like to be together not in the old-fashioned way of, say, mingling on the piazza of an Italian Renaissance city, but, instead, huddled together in traffic jams, bus queues, on escalators and so on. It's a new kind of togetherness which may seem totally alien, but it's the togetherness of modern technology.

Information is the religion of the modern world.

Rampaging horsemen can conquer; only the city can civilize.