Iconic Paris tells us: here are our three-star attractions, go thou and marvel. And so we gaze obediently at what we are told to gaze at, without exactly asking why.
I am death-fearing. I don't think I'm morbid. That seems to me a fear of death that goes beyond the rational. Whereas it seems to me to be entirely rational to fear death!
To look at ourselves from afar, to make the subjective suddenly objective: this gives us a psychic shock.
Books say: she did this because. Life says: she did this. Books are where things are explained to you, life where things aren't.
Paris is certainly one of the most boastful of cities, and you could argue that it has had a lot to boast about: at various times the European centre of power, of civilisation, of the arts, and (self-advertisingly, at least) of love.
It took me some years to clear my head of what Paris wanted me to admire about it, and to notice what I preferred instead. Not power-ridden monuments, but individual buildings which tell a quieter story: the artist's studio, or the Belle Epoque house built by a forgotten financier for a just-remembered courtesan.
Reading and life are not separate but symbiotic. And for this serious task of imaginative discovery and self-discovery, there is and remains one perfect symbol: the printed book.
As I've explained to my wife many times, you have to kill your wife or mistress to get on the front page of the papers.
Grief seems at first to destroy not just all patterns, but also to destroy a belief that a pattern exists.
What is taken away is greater than the sum of what was there. This may not be mathematically possible; but it is emotionally possible.
I was initially planning to write about grief in terms of Eurydice and the myth thereof. By that point the overall metaphor of height and depth and flat and falling and rising was coming into being in my mind.
In Britain I'm sometimes regarded as a suspiciously Europeanized writer, who has this rather dubious French influence.
In an oppressive society the truth-telling nature of literature is of a different order, and sometimes valued more highly than other elements in a work of art.
Reading is a majority skill but a minority art. Yet nothing can replace the exact, complicated, subtle communion between absent author and entranced, present reader.
All bad things are exaggerated in the middle of the night. When you lie awake, you only think of bad things.
Most of us remember adolescence as a kind of double negative: no longer allowed to be children, we are not yet capable of being adults.
Often the grind of book promotion wearies you of your own book - though at the same time this frees you from its clutches.
Do we tend to recall the most important parts of a novel or those that speak most directly to us, the truest lines or the flashiest ones?
I certainly believe we all suffer damage, one way or another. How could we not,except in a world of perfect parents, siblings, neighbours, companions? And then there is the question on which so much depends, of how we react to the damage: whether we admit it or repress it,and how this affects our dealings with others.Some admit the damage, and try to mitigate it;some spend their lives trying to help others who are damaged; and there are those whose main concern is to avoid further damage to themselves, at whatever cost. And those are the ones who are ruthless, and the ones to be careful of.Collection: Sibling
Books say: She did this because. Life says: She did this. Books are where things are explained to you; life is where things aren't. I'm not surprised some people prefer books.Collection: Life
In life, every ending is just the start of another story.Collection: Stories
To be stupid, and selfish, and to have good health are the three requirements for happiness.Collection: Selfish
When you read a great book, you don’t escape from life, you plunge deeper into it. There may be a superficial escape – into different countries, mores, speech patterns – but what you are essentially doing is furthering your understanding of life’s subtleties, paradoxes, joys, pains and truths. Reading and life are not separate but symbiotic.Collection: Country
You put together two people who have not been put together before; and sometimes the world is changed, sometimes not. They may crash and burn, or burn and crash. But sometimes, something new is made, and then the world is changed. Together, in that first exaltation, that first roaring sense of uplift, they are greater than their two separate selves. Together, they see further, and they see more clearly.Collection: Uplifting
The greatest patriotism is to tell your country when it is behaving dishonorably, foolishly, viciously.Collection: Country
This is what those who haven’t crossed the tropic of grief often fail to understand: the fact that someone is dead may mean that they are not alive, but doesn’t mean that they do not exist.Collection: Grief
I don't believe in God, but I miss him.Collection: Believe
Love may not lead where we think or hope, but regardless of outcome it should be a call to seriousness and truth. If it is not that - if it is not moral in its effect - then love is no more than an exaggerated form of pleasure.Collection: Love Is
Does character develop over time? In novels, of course it does: otherwise there wouldn't be much of a story. But in life? I sometimes wonder. Our attitudes and opinions change, we develop new habits and eccentricities; but that's something different, more like decoration. Perhaps character resembles intelligence, except that character peaks a little later: between twenty and thirty, say. And after that, we're just stuck with what we've got. We're on our own. If so, that would explain a lot of lives, wouldn't it? And also - if this isn't too grand a word - our tragedy.Collection: Attitude
History isn't what happened, history is just what historians tell us.Collection: Historian
We live on the flat, on the level, and yet - and so - we aspire. Groundlings, we can sometimes reach as far as the gods. Some soar with art, others with religion; most with love. But when we soar, we can also crash. There are few soft landings. We may find ourselves bouncing across the ground with leg-fracting force, dragged towards some foreign railway line. Every love story is a potential grief story. If not at first, then later. If not for one, then for the other. Sometimes, for both.Collection: Art
Sometimes I think the purpose of life is to reconcile us to its eventual loss by wearing us down, by proving, however long it takes, that life isn't all it's cracked up to be.Collection: Loss
Because love is the meeting point of truth and magic. Truth, as in photography; magic, as in ballooning.Collection: Photography
But life never lets you go, does it? You can't put down life the way you put down a book.Collection: Book
The writer must be universal in sympathy and an outcast by nature: only then can he see clearly.Collection: Sympathy
You grew old first not in your own eyes, but in other people's eyes; then, slowly, you agreed with their opinion of you.Collection: Eye
You put together two things that have not been put together before. And the world is changed.Collection: Two
..books look as if they contain knowledge, while e-readers look as if they contain information.Collection: Book
We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but were only being cowardly. What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them.Collection: Safe