Julian Barnes

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It's easy, after all, not to be a writer. Most people aren't writers, and very little harm comes to them.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: People
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The writer has little control over personal temperament, none over historical moment, and is only partly in charge of his or her own aesthetic.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Historical
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[Flaubert] didn’t just hate the railway as such; he hated the way it flattered people with the illusion of progress. What was the point of scientific advance without moral advance? The railway would merely permit more people to move about, meet and be stupid together.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Hate
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Memory is identity....You are what you have done; what you have done is in your memory; what you remember defines who you are; when you forget your life you cease to be, even before your death.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Memories
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A couple's first task, it has always seemed to me, is to solve the problem of breakfast; if this can be worked out amicably, most other difficulties can too.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Couple
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He thought of trying to explain something he had recently noticed about himself: that if anyone insulted him, or one of his friends, he didn't really mind--or not much, anyway. Whereas if anyone insulted a novel, a story, a poem that he loved, something visceral and volcanic occurred within him. He wasn't sure what this might mean--except perhaps that he had got life and art mixed up, back to front, upside down.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Art
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The writer's life [is] full of frailty and defeat like any other life. What counts is the work. Yet the work can quite easily be buried, or half-buried, by the life.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Half
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Well, they each seem to do one thing well enough, but fail to realize that literature depends on doing several things well at the same time.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Writing
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But then you begin to understand that the reward of merit is not life’s business.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Rewards
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Life … is a bit like reading. … If all your responses to a book have already been duplicated and expanded upon by a professional critic, then what point is there to your reading? Only that it’s yours. Similarly, why live your life? Because it’s yours. But what if such an answer becomes less and less convincing?
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Book
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And that was all the part of it - the way you were obliged to live. You stifled a groan, you lied about your love, you deceived your legal wife, and all in the name of honour. That was the damned paradox of it - in order to behave well, you have to behave badly.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Love You
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Grief reconfigures time, its length, its texture, its function: one day means no more than the next, so why have they been picked out and given separate names?
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Grief
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You can't have a novel without real, believable people, and once you get into either too theoretical a novel or too philosophical a novel, you get into the dangers that the French novel has discovered in the past 50 or 60 years. And you get into a sort of aridity. No, you have to have real, identifiable people to whom the reader reacts in a way as if they were real people.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Real
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I'm one of those writers who started off writing novels and came to writing short stories later, partly because I didn't have the right ideas, partly because I think that short stories are more difficult. I think learning to write short stories also made me attracted toward a paring down of the novel form.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Writing
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I dreamt that I woke up. It's the oldest dream of all, and I've just had it
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Dream
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We live, we die, we are remembered, we are forgotten.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Forgotten
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...life is a gift bestowed without anyone asking for it; that the thinking person has a philosophical duty to examine both the nature of life and the conditions it comes with; and that if this person decides to renounce the gift no one asks for, it is the moral and human duty to act on the consequences of that decision.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Philosophical
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Every love story is a potential grief story.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Grief
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Loving humanity means as much, and as little, as loving raindrops, or loving the Milky Way. You say that you love humanity? Are you sure you aren’t treating yourself to easy self-congratulation, seeking approval, making certain you’re on the right side?
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Congratulations
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Those were the days in this country where H. G. Wells, Bernard Shaw and Conan Doyle could have influence, and thats gone, thats true. But I dont think we have less influence in the hearts and minds of readers. I think, if anything, we have just as much, if not more.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Country
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Life isn't just addition and subtraction. There's also the accumulation, the multiplication, of loss, of failure.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Loss
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When we fall in love, we hope - both egotistically and altruistically - that we shall be finally, truly seen: judged and approved. Of course, love does not always bring approval: being seen may just as well lead to a thumbs-down and a season in hell.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Falling In Love
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You would think, wouldn’t you, that if you were the child of a happy marriage, then you ought to have a better than average marriage yourself – either through some genetic inheritance or because you’d learnt from example? But it doesn’t seem to work like that. So perhaps you need the opposite example – to see mistakes in order not to make them yourself. Except this would mean that the best way for parents to ensure their children have happy marriages would be to have unhappy ones themselves. So what’s the answer?
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Children
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What is the easiest, the most comfortable thing for a writer to do? To congratulate the society in which he lives: to admire its biceps, applaud its progress, tease it endearingly about its follies.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Progress
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There is a German word, Sehnsucht, which has no English equivalent; it means 'the longing for something'. It has Romantic and mystical connotations; C.S. Lewis defined it as the 'inconsolable longing' in the human heart for 'we know not what'. It seems rather German to be able to specify the unspecifiable. The longing for something - or, in our case, for someone.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Heart
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How rarely do our emotions meet the object they seem to deserve? How hopelessly we signal; how dark the sky; how big the waves. We are all lost at sea, washed between hope and despair, hailing something that may never come to rescue us.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Dark
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History isn't the lies of the victors, as I once glibly assured Old Joe Hunt; I know that now. It's more the memories of the survivors, most of whom are neither victorious or defeated.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Memories
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If a man cannot tell what he wants to do, then he must find out what he ought to do. If desire has become complicated, then hold fast to duty.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Men
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Perhaps the world progresses not by maturing, but by being in a permanent state of adolescence, of thrilled discovery.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Discovery
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When you’re young you prefer the vulgar months, the fullness of the seasons. As you grow older you learn to like the in-between times, the months that can’t make up their minds. Perhaps it’s a way of admitting that things can’t ever bear the same certainty again.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Mind
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You can put it another way, of course; you always can.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Way
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Does history repeat itself, the first time as tragedy, the second time as farce? No, that's too grand, too considered a process. History just burps, and we taste again that raw-onion sandwich it swallowed centuries ago.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Tragedy
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Pride makes us long for a solution to things – a solution, a purpose, a final cause; but the better telescopes become, the more stars appear.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Stars
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If these are indeed the spirits of Englishmen and Englishwomen who have passed over into the next world, surely they would know how to form a proper queue?
- Julian Barnes
Collection: World
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Do not imagine that Art is something which is designed to give gentle uplift and self-confidence . Art is not a brassiere. At least, not in the English sense. But do not forget that brassiere is the French word for life-jacket.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Uplifting
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When you are writing fiction your task is to reflect the fullest complications of the world
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Writing
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Love is just a system for getting someone to call you darling after sex.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Love
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When you're young - when I was young - you want your emotions to be like the ones you read about in books. You want them to overturn your life, create and define a new reality. Later, I think, you want them to do something milder, something more practical: you want them to support your life as it is and has become. You want them to tell you that things are OK. And is there anything wrong with that?
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Book
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Life is like invading Russia. A blitz start, massed shakos, plumes dancing like a flustered henhouse; a period of svelte progress recorded in ebullient despatches as the enemy falls back; then the beginning of a long, morale-sapping trudge with rations getting shorter and the first snowflakes upon your face. The enemy burns Moscow and you yield to General January, whose fingernails are very icicles. Bitter retreat. Harrying Cossacks. Eventually you fall beneath a boy-gunner's grapeshot while crossing some Polish river not even marked on your general's map.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Fall
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Remember the botched brothel-visit in L’Education sentimentale and remember its lesson. Do not participate: happiness lies in the imagination, not the act. Pleasure is found first in anticipation, later in memory.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Memories
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Nature is so exact, it hurts exactly as much as it is worth, so in a way one relishes the pain. If it didn't matter, it wouldn't matter.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Hurt
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Not merely hope, but any burdensome yearning: ambition, hatred, love (especially love) - how rarely do our emotions meet the object they seem to deserve? How hopelessly we signal; how dark the sky; how big the waves. We are all lost at see, washed between hope and despair, hailing something that may never come to rescue us. Catastrophe has become art; but this is no reducing process. It is freeing, enlarging, explaining. Catastrophe has become art: that is, after all, what it is for.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Art
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A pier is a disappointed bridge; yet stare at it for long enough and you can dream it to the other side of the Channel.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Dream
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History is the lies of the victors.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Lying
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And no, it wasn't shame I now felt, or guilt, but something rarer in my life and stronger than both: remorse. A feeling which is more complicated, curdled, and primeval. Whose chief characteristic is that nothing can be done about it: too much time has passed, too much damage has been done, for amends to be made.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Feelings
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The companionship of dead writers is a wonderful form of live friendship.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Companionship
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How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others, but — mainly — to ourselves.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Cutting
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It is a bizarre thought that in this [U.S. 2008] presidential cycle we could have had a woman in the White House we might have a black man in the White House but if either of them had said they were atheists neither of them would have had a hope in hell.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Atheist
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But that’s one advantage of fiction, you can speed up time.
- Julian Barnes
Collection: Fiction