Literature... is the union of suffering with the instinct for form.

Just in my quiet place where I lay. Your love sends melody of unceasing joy

My sister is running away to get lost, but I am running away because I want to find something. And my parents love me so much that they want to help me. Yeah, Dad is a drunk and Mom is an ex-drunk, but they don't want their kids to be drunks.

my desire to ascribe responsibility might be more a reflection of my own cast of mind than a fair analysis of what happened, like the fact that we need to know the history of the historian in order to understand the version that is being put in front of us

Written By Julian Barnes

About us

Featured posts

Featured Topics

Quick Links