What did Julian Barnes mean by: Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke. Julian Barnes Author · England Copy
+ History isn’t what happened, history is just what historians tell us. Author, January 12, 2024January 6, 2025, Julian Barnes, Interpretation, Knowledge, Perspective, 0 Julian Barnes Author · England
+ There is accumulation. There is responsibility. And beyond this there is great unrest. Author, January 12, 2024January 6, 2025, Julian Barnes, Accumulation, Responsibility, Unrest, 0 Julian Barnes Author · England
+ Perhaps love is essential because it’s unnecessary. Author, September 5, 2023January 2, 2025, Julian Barnes, Essentialism, Love, Necessity, 0 Julian Barnes Author · England
+ The ways in which a book, once read, stays (and changes) in the reader’s mind are unpredictable. Author, January 11, 2024January 6, 2025, Julian Barnes, Memory, Transformation, Unpredictability, 0 Julian Barnes Author · England
+ In life, every ending is just the start of another story. Author, August 22, 2023January 2, 2025, Julian Barnes, Continuation, Growth, Transition, 0 Julian Barnes Author · England
+ Yes, of course we were pretentious — what else is youth for? Author, January 12, 2024January 6, 2025, Julian Barnes, Identity, Pretentiousness, Youth, 0 Julian Barnes Author · England
+ We live, we die, we are remembered, we are forgotten. Author, August 28, 2023January 2, 2025, Julian Barnes, Death, Life, Memory, 0 Julian Barnes Author · England
+ When you are writing fiction your task is to reflect the fullest complications of the world Author, January 12, 2024January 6, 2025, Julian Barnes, Complexity, Imagination, Reflection, 0 Julian Barnes Author · England
Children have neither past nor future;they enjoy the present, which very few of us do. Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
I didn’t mind my own company as a child; I was happy playing alone in the sandpit. Michael Leunig Cartoonist · Australia
How can the arts overcome the slow dying of men’s hearts that we call progress ? William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
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