Julien Green quotes:
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Our life is a book that writes itself and whose principal themes sometimes escape us. We are like characters in a novel who do not always understand what the author wants of them.
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Let us hope that good authors who are bad Christians will find salvation through the books they write.
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A child's fear is a world whose dark corners are quite unknown to grownup people; it has its sky and its abysses, a sky without stars, abysses into which no light can ever penetrate.
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I enter the world called real as one enters a mist.
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The greatest explorer on this earth never takes voyages as long as those of the man who descends to the depth of his heart.
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Thoughts fly and words go on foot. Therein lies all the drama of a writer.
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What is real is beyond all reach.
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Thought flies and words go on foot.
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Anti-clericalism and non-belief, have their bigots just as orthodoxy does.
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Perhaps the greatest consolation of the oppressed is to consider themselves superior to their tyrants.
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A scrupulous man will never produce a great novel.
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I am probably exaggerating a little, but I owe my equilibrium to ink and paper.
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The man I am will always raise a protest against the man I wanted to be and the two will live together to the end, but the man I wanted to be will be the one on whom judgement will be passed.
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You cannot imagine at all how much you interest God; He is interested in you as if there were no one else on earth.
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Within ourselves is not very far and yet it is so far that one's whole life is not always long enough to get there.
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Yesterday, happiness came in suddenly, as it used to, and remained for a moment in the great, dark, silent drawing room.
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The secret is to write just anything, to dare to write just anything, because when you write just anything, you begin to say what is important.
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A dish around which I see too many people doesn't tempt me.
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I have always thought that by observing things with a great deal of attention you eventually wrest some of their secrets from them, making them utter what they would most like to keep to themselves.
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If people only knew what lies at the heart of my novels! What a tumult of desires these carefully written pages conceal! I sometimes have a loathing for the furious cravings that give me no peace except when I am working.