He thought of trying to explain something he had recently noticed about himself: that if anyone insulted him, or one of his friends, he didn't really mind--or not much, anyway. Whereas if anyone insulted a novel, a story, a poem that he loved, something visceral and volcanic occurred within him. He wasn't sure what this might mean--except perhaps that he had got life and art mixed up, back to front, upside down.
Julian BarnesIโve always thought you are what you are and you shouldnโt pretend to be anyone else. But Oliver used to correct me and explain that you are whoever it is youโre pretending to be.
Julian BarnesTo look at ourselves from afar, to make the subjective suddenly objective: this gives us a psychic shock.
Julian Barnes