Pat Barker

‘There was a moment of complete silence, one of those inexplicable, simultaneous pauses in conversation that come over groups of people in a crowded room.’

Nicola Barker

‘Yes. Oh yes. That is who we once were. The Young must never, ever allow themselves to ignore what has brought them here.’

Nicola Barker

‘This is his Toxic Super-Ego at work. Surely?’

Issue 81

Nicola Barker

‘There were five of them remaining and it was all in the balance.’

Julian Barnes

‘Grief was in charge of him.’

Issue 32

Julian Barnes

‘Everything bad came from the north. Whatever else they believed, the whole town, both parts of it, knew that.’

Issue 7

Julian Barnes

‘Her eyes are black: passion and depth. Her eyes are green: wildness and jealousy. Her eyes are brown: reliability and ordinariness. Her eyes are violet: the novel is by Raymond Chandler.‘

Issue 76

Julian Barnes

‘Naturally the artist is misunderstood. That is normal, and after a while becomes familiar.’

Issue 109

Julian Barnes

‘They had dined well at no. 261 Landstrasse, and now passed eagerly into the music room.’

Issue 50

Julian Barnes

‘Let me make it clear that I never attend literary conferences. I know that they're held in art deco hotels close to legendary museums; that sessions on the future of the novel are conducted with camaraderie, brio and bonhomie.’

Issue 135

Colin Barrett

‘The dog was some sort of overbred weedling with a ribcage fine-boned as a chicken’s, a wizened rat’s face and a goony, perpetually bloodshot stare that made Dev Hendrick want to punt the thing over the garden gate.’

Kevin Barry

‘Maurice turns left, turns right, to loosen out the kinks in his neck. Images slice through him.’

John Barth

John Barth

‘For autobiographical ‘fiction’ I have only disdain’.