“Things we could not tell each other with the width of the Atlantic between us we communicated from heart to heart in those imaginary conversations.” — Julien Green Copy Share Image
“The novelist is like a scout commissioned to go and see what is happening in the depth of the soul. He comes back and… — Julien Green Copy Share Image
Perhaps the greatest consolation of the oppressed is to consider themselves superior to their tyrants. — Julien Green Copy Share Image
I have always thought that by observing things with a great deal of attention you eventually wrest some of their secrets from them, making… — Julien Green Copy Share Image
“It has become somewhat trite, nowadays, to say that after so many years of destruction it is a kind of miracle that Paris is still standing, a miracle we thrill to every day. But if the beauty of Paris has survived wars, how extraordinary that it can do nothing against the pickaxes of the Parisians themselves when they make up… — Julien Green Copy Share
The secret is to write just anything, to dare to write just anything, because when you write just anything, you begin to say what… — Julien Green Copy Share Image
“Sometimes we do things, without thinking, that make no sense to us until much later, and yet appear to have been prompted by the… — Julien Green Copy Share Image
If people only knew what lies at the heart of my novels! What a tumult of desires these carefully written pages conceal! I sometimes… — Julien Green Copy Share Image
“What we give the world, we have borrowed from no one; it is ours. It may be taken from us, stolen from us, but… — Julien Green Copy Share Image
The greatest explorer on this earth never takes voyages as long as those of the man who descends to the depth of his heart. — Julien Green Copy Share Image
“Things we could not tell each other with the width of the Atlantic between us we communicated from heart to heart in those imaginary… — Julien Green Copy Share Image
“I am the road running through Paris," says the Seine. 'I have carried off many images since you were a child and reflected many clouds. I am changeable, but as people are: I have my moments of happiness in the June dawn and my sinister times some December evenings. Above all I am inquisitive - you call it being in… — Julien Green Copy Share
