Happiness was different in childhood. It was so much then a matter simply of accumulation, of taking things – new experiences, new emotions – and applying them like so many polished tiles to what would someday be the marvellously finished pavilion of the self.

— John Banville

John Banville Quotes

I shall be delivered, like a noble closing speech. I shall be, in a word, said.

— John Banville

Remember what April was like when we were young, that sense of liquid rushing and the wind taking blue scoops out of the air and the birds beside themselves in the budding trees?

— John Banville

I make my voyage out, far, far out, to the very brim, where a disc of water shimmers like molten coin against a coin-colored sky, and everything lifts, and sky and water merge invisibly. that is where I seem to the most at ease now, on the far, pale margin of things. If I can call it ease. If I can call it being.

— John Banville

What is my purpose here? I may say, I just sat down to write, but I am not deceived. I have never done anything in my life that did not have a purpose, usually hidden, sometimes even from myself.

— John Banville

What did I brood on, sitting there in the classic pose with my elbows on my knees and my chin on my hands? We do not need to go to the Greeks, our tragic predicament is written out on rolls of lavatory paper.

— John Banville

In my world, there are no simple questions, and precious few answers of any kind. If you are going to write about me, you must resign yourself to that.

— John Banville

The past, I mean the real past, matters less than we pretend.

— John Banville

He made the mistake of imagining that his possessions were a measure of his own worth, and strutted and crowed, parading his things like a schoolboy with a champion catapult.

— John Banville

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

— John Banville

It has always seemed to me a disgrace that the embarrassments of early life should continue to smart throughout adulthood with undiminished intensity. Is it not enough that our youthful blunders made us cringe at the time, when we were at our tenderest, but must stay with us beyond cure, burn marks ready to flare up painfully at the merest touch? No: an indiscretion from earliest adolescence will still bring a blush to the cheek of the nonagenarian on his deathbed.

— John Banville

And anyway, who’s to say that what we see when we’re drunk is not reality, and the sober world a bleared phantasmagoria.

— John Banville

Lots of water under that bridge, let’s not drown ourselves in it.

— John Banville

A married couple never seem so married as when viewed from the back seat of a motor car, talking quietly together in the front. Polly and Marcus might have been in their bedroom already, so soft and intimate their converse sounded to me, as I sat there alertly mute behind the backs of their heads.

— John Banville

Everything in the room seemed turned away from me in sullen resistance, averthing itself from my unwelcome return.

— John Banville

I marvelled, not for the first time, at the cruel complacency of ordinary things. But no, not cruel, not complacent, only indifferent, as how could they be otherwise? Henceforth, I would have to address things as they are, not as I imagine them, for this was a new version of reality.

— John Banville

Yes, tings endure while the living lapse.

— John Banville

We do not grow up; all we do is grow dull.

— John Banville

Belief is hard, and the abyss is always there, under one’s feet.

— John Banville

There are moments when the past has a force so strong it seems one might be annihilated by it.

— John Banville

What a little vessel of sadness we are, sailing in this muffled silence through the autumn dark.

— John Banville
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