“The first thought that occurred to me, that night when I heard the chairman of the jury announce my name, was, Just think how many people hate me at this moment. Naturally, I wanted to annoy those people even further by being arrogant.” PeopleThinkingFirstsMomentsWantedNightHateNamesHeardAnnoyingArrogantChairmanJuryHate Me Author:John Banville
“There are times, they occur with increasing frequency nowadays, when I seem to know nothing, when everything I know seems to have fallen out of my mind like a shower of rain, and I am gripped for a moment in paralysed dismay, waiting for it all to come back but with no certainty that it will.” KnowsMindMomentsSeemsWaitingRainCertaintyFallenShowersFrequencyOf My MindDismay Author:John Banville
“You will remember this when all else fades, this moment, here, together, by this well. There will be certain days, and certain nights, you’ll feel my presence near you, hear my voice. You’ll think you have imagined it and yet, inside you, you will catch an answering cry. On April evenings, when the rain has ceased, your heart will shake, you’ll weep for nothing, pine for what’s not there. For you, this life will never be enough, there will forever be an emptiness, where once the god was all in all in you.” ThinkingFeelsWellsHeartEnoughMomentsTogetherRememberNightCertainVoiceForeverCryRainEveningThis LifeEmptinessShakesFadesApril Author:John Banville
“Yes, this is what I thought adulthood would be, a kind of long indian summer, a state of tranquility, of calm incuriousness, with nothing left of the barely bearable raw immediacy of childhood, all the things solved that had puzzled me when I was small, all mysteries settled, all questions answered, and the moments dripping away, unnoticed almost, drip by golden drip, toward the final, almost unnoticed, quietus.” KindLongStatesMomentsWould BeLeftMysteryChildhoodSummerFinalsCalmGoldenIndianAdulthoodTranquilityUnnoticedBearablePuzzledDrippingImmediacyIndian Summer Book:The Sea Source: The Sea
