Frases de John Banville

“Estas cosas son fáciles de decir, pues las palabras no sienten vergüenza y nunca se sorprenden (14)

Imágenes del pasado remoto se agolpan en mi cabeza, y la mitad de las veces soy incapaz de distinguir si son recuerdos o invenciones. Tampoco es que haya mucha diferencia, si es que hay alguna (14)

Hay quien afirma, que sin darnos cuenta, nos lo vamos inventando todo, adornándolo y embelleciéndolo, y me inclino a creerlo, pues Madame Memoria es una gran y sutil fingidora (14)

Me la debo de estar inventando (14)

En mi opinión, los nombres de las mujeres casadas nunca suenan bien. ¿Es porque todas se casan con los nombres equivocados, o, en cualquier caso, con los apellidos equivocados? (17)

…y en mi oído resonaban los tins y los plofs de sus tripas en su incesante labor de transubstanciación (18)

Ahora me pregunto si ella también estaba enamorada de mí, y esas muestras de gracioso desdén eran una manera de ocultarlo ¿O todo esto no es más que vanidad por mi parte? (25)

…y al presenciar todas aquellas cosas sentí el dolor dulce y agudo de la nostalgia, sin objeto pero definida, como el dolor fantasma de un miembro amputado (27)

…permanecimos echados boca arriba durante mucho tiempo, como si practicáramos para ser los cadáveres que seríamos algún día (34)

…y yo me quedé en medio de la sala, sin ser gran cosa, a duras penas yo mismo. Había momentos como ése, en los que uno estaba en punto muerto, por así decir, sin preocuparse de nada, a menudo sin fijarse en nada, a menudo sin ser realmente en ningún sentido vital (42)

El Tiempo y la Memoria son una quisquillosa empresa de decoradores de interiores, siempre cambiando los muebles y rediseñando y reasignando habitaciones (43)

En lugar de los tonos de color rosa y melocotón que había esperado –Rubens es en gran parte responsable de ello-, su cuerpo, de manera desconcertante, mostraba una variedad de tonos apagados que iban del blanco magnesio al plata y al estaño, un matiz mate de amarillo, ocre pálido, e incluso una especie de verde en algunos lugares y, en los recovecos, una sombra de malva musgoso (45)
¿Era eso estar enamorado, me pregunté, ese repentino y plañidero viento que te atravesaba el corazón? (62)

…no estaba acostumbrado todavía al abismo que se abre entre la comisión de un hecho y el recuerdo de lo cometido (65)

…la noche del último día ella ya me había dejado para siempre (75)

No todo significa algo (100)

Cómo anhelábamos en aquellos años, pasar aunque sólo fuera un día normal, un día en el que pudiéramos levantarnos por la mañana y desayunar sin preocuparnos por nada, leernos fragmentos del periódico el uno al otro y planear hacer cosas, y luego dar un paseo, y contemplar las vistas con una mirada inocente, y luego compartir un vaso de vino y por la noche irnos juntos a la cama (102)

Debe de ser difícil acostumbrarse a que no haya nada que hacer (107)

A lo largo de los años, los vagabundos, los auténticos vagabundos, han disminuido constantemente en calidad y cantidad (107)

Qué frágil resulta este absurdo oficio en el que me he pasado la vida fingiendo ser otras personas, y sobre todo fingiendo no ser yo mismo (119)

…tan sólo vulgarmente humana (123)

El quinto de los seis cigarrillos que según ella son su ración diaria (143)

…participar en una película es algo extraño, y al mismo tiempo no lo es en absoluto; se trata de una intensificación, una diversificación de lo conocido, una concentración en el yo ramificado; y todo eso es interesante, y confuso, y emocionante y perturbador (143)

El hecho es que me echó a perder a otras (157)

Era, como ya he dicho, todo un género en sí misma (158)

Los cisnes, con su belleza estrafalaria y sucia, siempre me dan la impresión de mantener una fachada de indiferencia tras la cual realmente viven una tortura de timidez y duda (173)”

“Tal vez el amor no nace ahí, no en un repentino arrebato de passion, sino en el reconocimiento y la sencilla aceptación de, de algo que no sé qué es”

“¿Recordáis cómo era abril cuando éramos jóvenes, esa sensación de líquida impetuosidad y el viento extrayendo cucharadas azules del aire y los pájaros fuera de sí en los árboles que ya habían echado brotes?”

“Imágenes del pasado remoto se agolpan en mi cabeza, y la mitad de las veces soy incapaz de distinguir si son recuerdos o invenciones. Tampoco es que haya mucha diferencia, si es que hay alguna. Hay quien afirma que, sin darnos cuenta, nos lo vamos inventando todo, adornándolo y embelleciéndolo, y me inclino a creerlo, pues Madame Memoria es una gran y sutil fingidora. Los pecios que elijo salvar del naufragio general —¿y qué es la vida, sino un naufragio gradual?— a veces asumen un aspecto de inevitabilidad cuando los exhibo en sus vitrinas, pero son azarosos; quizá representativos, quizá de manera convincente, pero sin embargo azarosos.”

“tenía la actitud relajada y tranquila de algunos hombres que viven en paz consigo mismos y con el mundo.”

“cada cual se labra su propia suerte, o bien otros, por lo general idiotas, la labran por él.”

“¿de qué sirven las premoniciones? Casi de tanto como las ideas retrospectivas”

“We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations.”

“Perhaps all of life is no more than a long preparation for the leaving of it.”

“Given the world that he created, it would be an impiety against God to believe in him.”

“In order really to write one has to sink deep into the self and become lost there.”

“When I won the Booker Prize, I said that it was nice to see a work of art winning this prize and I've never been forgiven for that. When you get a prize, you're suppose to be humble. Somebody was interviewing me and said, 'This is a great day for Ireland'. I said, 'Why? Ireland didn't do it, I did it.' I wasn't forgiven for that either. I don't wear the green jersey and I don't hobnob with Michael D in the Park, although I quite like Michael D.”

“Fiction is just a constant torment, and an embarrassment. I loathe my fiction. I have a fantasy when I'm passing a bookstore that I could click my fingers and all my books would go blank, so that I could start again and get them right.”

“My friends tell me I must stop saying in public that I ‘hate all my novels’. What I mean is that I am profoundly dissatisfied with everything I have done simply because it is not good enough by my standards. But my standard is perfection, and as we know, perfection is not allowed to such as us. On the other hand, I begin every new book in the complete conviction that this time, this time I shall get it right. Rationally I know this will not be so, but art has its reasons.”

“The force of the idea was such that I drew the car to the side of the road and stopped and, for some reason, laughed. It was a loud laugh, unsteady, and sounded, even to my own ears, slightly maniacal. Thinking back now, I realise it was less a laugh than the birth-cry of my dark and twin brother Benjamin Black.”

“I hesitate to talk about Czech food. […] The people are very sweet, wonderfully cultured, very friendly, but my God how they eat that food I do not know. It is surely the most disgusting cuisine in the world.”

“I'm doing my best to not be too rude about it, but oh my God that Czech food…”

“I suppose many people in Ireland would regard me as being more a European writer than an Irish writer. I don't think this is so.”

“The first thought that occurred to me, that night when I heard the chairman of the jury announce my name, was, Just think how many people hate me at this moment. Naturally, I wanted to annoy those people even further by being arrogant.”

“Coming from a tiny island, it's very exciting to be at sea in Central Europe in the sense of vast stretches of land all around one. We don't get that in Ireland.”

“I don't know what citizens of Prague must feel about these endless lines of tourists tramping over their streets.”

“A book at the very start comes to me as a nebulous geometric form, a kind of tension in space that has to be resolved. The resolution is effected by fleshing out the form with character, plot, dialogue, etc. But the original structure perseveres throughout, even when, or perhaps especially when, I am not conscious of it being at work. Art is a mysterious business.”

“Let's not despise story-telling. Like all novelists, I have this low desire to tell people stories.”

“We cannot all afford a farm in Cuba or a suite at the George V in newly liberated Paris, and more often than not must strive to forge our clean, well-lighted sentences at a folding table wedged between the baby's cot and the dining table.”

“The older I get, the more confused I get. I used to think that age would bring wisdom. It doesn't, it just brings confusion. But I find that this confusion is artistically useful. It's a kind of progression, a negative progression. It's moving into areas that you didn't know were there. It becomes more dreamlike all the time. When I was starting out as a novelist, I would have been furious if anyone said to me that novels are dream-like or that they're doing things the novelist didn't know he was doing. Now, I find that it's absolutely true.”

“I like to dress conservatively because then the outrageous things you say are even more outrageous.”

“I feel that over the past 15 years, there has been a steady move toward more populist work. I do feel - and of course I'm completely biased - that this year was a return to the better days of the 80s and early 90s. It was a very good short list and a decent jury; it didn't have any stand-up comedians or media celebs on it, and I think that's what the Man Booker prize should be. There are plenty of other rewards for middle-brow fiction. There should be one decent prize for [pause] real books.”

“Certain moments remain in the mind with such force and clearness that one suspects they must be invented; that they are not held in the memory but generated out of the imagination.”

“My present study - a word that always makes me uneasy, I am not sure why - is a small apartment in a huge, anonymous, quadrilateral block in Dublin city centre. My window, the one I do not look out of, gives on to a courtyard where no one ever goes, and where the silence is day-long and almost pastoral. When I first began to come here to work, a dozen years ago, I used to shut my door on entering each morning and put the chain on. The place is clean, or cleanish, and, yes, well lighted. Here I am unassailable. Or so I like to imagine.”

“I drive from home to my office, a small apartment on the river in the center of Dublin. I write there from 9 a. m. to lunchtime, I take a simple lunch—bread, cheese, nice cup of tea—work until 6 p. m., then home for dinner. Viewed from outside my head it is a singularly dull and uneventful day, but inside my head … aaah.”

“I could have kept [writing "Irish" novels such as Birchwood] and probably had a good deal more success than I did, especially on this side of the Atlantic. But you have to try to do many things. You have to try to do things that you actually think you're incapable of.”

“One must try to keep a sensible perspective and not take oneself too seriously.”

“Ambiguity is the essence of Irish writing, I think.”

“Wodehouse is very interesting. There must be all kinds of darknesses in that man's life.”

“[On The Sea being filmed] It's not a blockbuster and it's not going to earn half a billion in the first weekend, but it's a work of art and I'm very pleased with it.”

“If they give me the bloody prize, why can't they say nice things about me?”