I would be far more critical than any reviewer could be of my own work. So I simply don't read them.
John BanvilleI shall strip away layer after layer of grime -- the toffee-colored varnish and caked soot left by a lifetime of dissembling -- until I come to the very thing itself and know it for what it is. My soul. My self.
John BanvilleFor memory, we use our imagination. We take a few strands of real time and carry them with us, then like an oyster we create a pearl around them.
John BanvilleEnormous morning, ponderous, meticulous; gray light streaking each bare branch, each single twig, along one side, making another tree, of glassy veins.
John Banville