Quotes by : John Banville

I'm a hopeless 19th-century romantic.

I had never liked, even feared a little, this wild reach of marsh and mud flats where everything seemed....

He had scores to settle with the world, and she, at that moment, was world enough for him.

In order really to write one has to sink deep into the self and become lost there.

Of the things we fashioned for them that they might be comforted, dawn is the one that works.

You know, artists don't really have all that much experience of life. We make a huge amount out of the....

Although it was autumn and not summer the dark-gold sunlight and the inky shadows, long and slender in....

Fictional characters are made of words, not flesh; they do not have free will, they do not exercise volition.....

I shall strip away layer after layer of grime -- the toffee-colored varnish and caked soot left by a....

Still the dream persists, suppressed but always there, that somehow by some miraculous effort of the....