Quotes from Joseph Amber Barry

Aurore sketched—it would always be her pleasure—and scribbled—it was her passion...

Would not the characters of her many novels be the search, if not the expression, of her many selves? Add the thousands of letters sent, as if cast upon the sea in so many bottles, in the search for understanding, for love... (...)

It was the stuff of Alexandre Dumas' novels as it would be of George Sand's; Romanticism had some roots in reality.

In May 1830, when in Paris alone with little Maurice, she found herself going to museums—the Louvre, the Luxembourg. It was not the first time, but she returned again and again, as if drunk and nailed to the Titians, the Tintorettos, the Rubens. She suddenly responded to painting as she had long before to music. Whatever métier, whatever trade or profession she would choose, she knew she would be an artist—in letters, in life, in her very being.