More quotes by John Banville
The white May blossom swooned slowly into the open mouth of the grave.
If they give me the bloody prize, why can't they say nice things about me?
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The free-lance writer is a man who is paid per piece or per word or perhaps.
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
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