Sometimes you find the panel, but it doesnโt open; sometimes it opens, and your gaze meets nothing but a mouse skeleton. But at least youโve looked. Thatโs the real distinction between people: not between those who have secrets and those who donโt, but between those who want to know everything and those who donโt. This search is a sign of love I maintain.
Julian BarnesWhen you are young, you think that the old lament the deterioration of life because this makes it easier for them to die without regret. When you are old, you become impatient with the way in which the young applaud the most insignificant improvements โฆ while remaining heedless of the worldโs barbarism. I donโt say things have got worse; I merely say the young wouldnโt notice if they had. The old times were good because then we were young, and ignorant of how ignorant the young can be.
Julian BarnesHad my life increased, or merely added to itself? There had been addition and subtraction in my life, but how much multiplication?
Julian BarnesI have at times tried to imagine the despair which leads to suicide, attempted to conjure up the slew and slop of darkness in which only death appears as a pinprick of light: in other words, the exact opposite of the normal condition of life.
Julian BarnesLife is like invading Russia. A blitz start, massed shakos, plumes dancing like a flustered henhouse; a period of svelte progress recorded in ebullient despatches as the enemy falls back; then the beginning of a long, morale-sapping trudge with rations getting shorter and the first snowflakes upon your face. The enemy burns Moscow and you yield to General January, whose fingernails are very icicles. Bitter retreat. Harrying Cossacks. Eventually you fall beneath a boy-gunner's grapeshot while crossing some Polish river not even marked on your general's map.
Julian Barnes