Julia Sutton > Julia's Quotes

“Like I've always said, love wouldn't be blind if the braille weren't so damned much fun.”
― Armistead Maupin, Maybe the Moon

“I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

“It's not enough to hate your enemy. You have to understand how the two of you bring each other to deep completion.”
― Don DeLillo, Underworld

“Bemoan technology all you want. It expands your self-esteem and connects you in your well-pressed suit to the things that slip through the world otherwise unperceived.”
― Don DeLillo, Underworld

“As for himself, when he went to go to a party, as one was sometimes obliged to, from a wish not to give offence, he walked into the middle of the room, said 'Ha! Ha!' as loud as ever he could, considered he had done his duty, and went home.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

“Italy, like areas of her childhood, is a part of her world she has always kept secret from her husband. These are places she goes to renew her virginity.”
― Glenn Haybittle, The Memory Tree

“Death is the dark backing that a mirror needs if we are to see anything.”
― Saul Bellow, Humboldt's Gift

“Italian as a language, she thinks, suits children with its singsong cadences and rising lingering inflections, its quick swinging gait and easy adaptability to argument, to passionate outbursts.”
― Glenn Haybittle, The Memory Tree

“Sarcasm was dangerous to its user, identifiable as the language of the wrecker and the saboteur. But irony – perhaps, sometimes, so he hoped – might enable you to preserve what you valued, even as the noise of time became loud enough to knock out window-panes.”
― Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time

“Art belongs to everybody and nobody. Art belongs to all time and no time. Art belongs to those who create it and those who savour it. Art no more belongs to the People and the Party than it once belonged to the aristocracy and the patron. Art is the whisper of history, heard above the noise of time. Art does not exist for art’s sake: it exists for people’s sake.”
― Julian Barnes, The Noise of Time

“We should care for each other more than we care for ideas, or else we will end up killing each other.”
―from Corelli's Mandolin by Louis de Bernières”
― Julia Sutton, A Sea of Straw

“He who sows the ground with care and diligence acquires a greater stock of religious merit than he could gain by the repetition of ten thousand prayers." ^15”
― Edward Gibbon, History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Volumes 1-6

“People in love, in whom every sense is open, cannot beat off the influence of a place.”
― Elizabeth Bowen, The House in Paris

“Karen, her elbows folded on the deck-rail, wanted to share with someone her pleasure in being alone: this is the paradox of any happy solitude.”
― Elizabeth Bowen, The House in Paris

“Grown-up people seem to be busy by clockwork: even when someone is not ill, when there has been no telegram, they run their unswerving course from object to object, directed by some mysterious inner needle that points all the time to what they must do next. You can only marvel at such misuse of time.”
― Elizabeth Bowen, The House in Paris

“No book worth its salt is meant to put you to sleep, it's meant to make you jump out of your bed in your underwear and run and beat the author's brains out.”
― Bohumil Hrabal, Dancing Lessons for the Advanced in Age