Some of the freckles I once loved are now closer to liver spots. But itโs still the eyes we look at, isnโt it? Thatโs where we found the other person, and find them still.
Julian BarnesWell, they each seem to do one thing well enough, but fail to realize that literature depends on doing several things well at the same time.
Julian BarnesPoets seem to write more easily about love than prose writers. For a start, they own that flexible โIโโฆ. Then again, poets seem able to turn bad love โ selfish, shitty love โ into good love poetry. Prose writers lack this power of admirable, dishonest transformation. We can only turn bad love into prose about bad love. So we are envious (and slightly distrustful) when poets talk to us of love.
Julian Barnes