Art is amoral, whether we accept this or not; it does not take sides. The finest fictions are cold at heart.
John BanvilleDostoevsky is such a bad writer it is hard to take him seriously as a novelist, though he is a wonderful philosopher.
John BanvilleIn the city of flesh I travel without maps, a worried tourist: and Ottilie was a very Venice. I stumbled lost in the blue shade of her pavements. Here was a dreamy stillness, a swaying, the splash of an oar. Then, when I least expected it, suddenly I stepped out into the great square, the sunlight, and she was a flock of birds scattering with soft cries in my arms.
John Banville