John Banville — Irish Novelist born on December 08, 1945,

William John Banville, who writes as John Banville and sometimes as Benjamin Black, is an Irish novelist, adapter of dramas, and screenwriter. Recognised for his precise, cold, forensic prose style, Nabokovian inventiveness, and for the dark humour of his generally arch narrators, Banville is considered to be "one of the most imaginative literary novelists writing in the English language today." He has been described as "the heir to Proust, via Nabokov.".. (wikipedia)

When you're writing there's a deep, deep level of concentration way below your normal self. This strange voice, these strange sentences come out of you.
We writers are shy, nocturnal creatures. Push us into the light and the light blinds us.
I don't see how English as we use it in Europe can be revivified. It's like Latin must have been in about A.D. 300, tired and used up. All one can do is press very hard stylistically to make it glow.
How I envy writers who can work on aeroplanes or in hotel rooms. On the run I can produce an article or a book review, or even a film script, but for fiction I must have my own desk, my own wall with my own postcards pinned to it, and my own window not to look out of.
For memory, we use our imagination. We take a few strands of real time and carry them with us, then like an oyster we create a pearl around them.