“[…] nobody grows up. Everyone carries around all the selves that they have ever been, intact, waiting to be reactivated in moments… — Anita Brookner Copy Share Image
In real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention… — Anita Brookner Copy Share Image
It is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. hares have no time to read. — Anita Brookner Copy Share Image
If I were happy, married with six children, I wouldn't be writing. And I doubt if I should want to. — Anita Brookner Copy Share Image
You have no idea how promising the world begins to look once you have decided to have it all for yourself. And how much… — Anita Brookner Copy Share Image
I never learnt Hebrew because my health was fragile, and it was thought that learning Hebrew would be an added burden. I regret it,… — Anita Brookner Copy Share Image
You can never betray the people who are dead, so you go on being a public Jew; the dead can't answer slurs, but I'm… — Anita Brookner Copy Share Image
The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule. — Anita Brookner Copy Share Image
I need noise and interruptions and irritation: irritation and discomfort are a great starter. The loneliness of doing it any other way would kill… — Anita Brookner Copy Share Image
I am not a romantic. I am a domestic animal. I do not sigh and yearn for extravagant displays of passion, for the grand… — Anita Brookner Copy Share Image
“It seemed to me that I, rather than he, had brought this about, and my despair was extreme. For now that I knew that… — Anita Brookner Copy Share Image
I was brought up to look after my parents. My family were Polish Jews, and we lived with my grandmother, with uncles and aunts… — Anita Brookner Copy Share Image
“We shall none of us ever make love again, she thought, and did not much care. Life had not been too harsh; the sea… — Anita Brookner Copy Share Image
![“[…] nobody grows up. Everyone carries around all the selves that they have ever been, intact, waiting to be reactivated in moments of pain, of fear, of danger. Everything is retrievable, every shock, every hurt. But perhaps it becomes a duty to abandon the stock of time that one carries within…” quote by Anita Brookner](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/e03/anita-brookner-8550_fear_nobody-grows-up-everyone-carries-around_2166554.jpg)
