August is a wicked month.

Promiscuity is the death of love.

Writing is like carrying a fetus.

You have to be lonely to be a writer

What matters is the imaginative truth.

Kindness. The most unkind thing of all.

literature is the last banquet between minds.

jealousy is the direct result of self-betrayal.

We hide the truer part of ourselves when we love.

It's not the vote women need, we should be armed.

Sometimes one word can recall a whole span of life.

I'm a tuning fork, tense and twanging all the time.

The vote means nothing to women. We should be armed.

Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.

I know the mistake I am making. I see the exits in life.

In our deepest moments we say the most inadequate things.

I'm an Irish Catholic and I have a long iceberg of guilt.

Money talks, but tell me why all it says is just Goodbye.

Writers really live in the mind and in hotels of the soul.

Death in its way comes just as much of a surprise as birth.

I always want to be in love, always. It's like being a tuning fork.

Writers, however mature and wise and eminent, are children at heart.

Movie people are possessed by demons, but a very low form of demons.

Wherever there were horses or ponies the mushrooms always sprang up.

... we have so many voices in us, how do we know which ones to obey?

fear is a dreadful drawback because it stops us living in the moment.

I was lonelier than I should be, for a woman in love, or half in love.

If the Holy Communion touched my teeth, I thought that was a mortal sin

I am not kind, I cut people off as with shears and I drop them like nettles.

Irish Catholicism is very much founded on the stone of fear and of punishment.

When something has been perfect, there is a tendency to try hard to repeat it.

Writing is the product of a deeply disturbed psyche, and by no means therapeutic.

I have always espoused chastity except when one can no longer resist the temptation.

I did not sleep. I never do when I am over-happy, over-unhappy, or in bed with a strange man.

Recollection is not something that I can summon up, it simply comes and I am the servant of it.

After that dark woman you search for someone who will fit into the irregular corners of your heart.

It was the first time that I came face to face with madness and feared it and was fascinated by it.

In a way Winter is the real Spring - the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature.

I knew I had done something awful. I had killed love, before I even knew the enormity of what love meant.

Ideally I'd like to spend two evenings a week talking to Proust and another conversing with the Holy Ghost.

I have some women friends but I prefer men. Dont trust women. There is a built-in competition between women.

I have some women friends but I prefer men. Don't trust women. There is a built-in competition between women.

shadows of love, inebriations of love, foretastes of love, trickles of love, but never yet the one true love.

History is said to be written by the victors. Fiction, by contrast, is largely the work of injured bystanders.

Countries are either mothers or fathers, and engender the emotional bristle secretly reserved for either sire.

When you fall in love, it is spring no matter when. Leaves falling make no difference, they are from another season.

That is the mystery about writing: it comes out of afflictions, out of the gouged times, when the heart is cut open.

She said the reason that love is so painful is that it always amounts to two people wanting more than two people can give.

Writers are always anxious, always on the run--from the telephone, from responsibilities, from the distractions of the world.

When anyone asks me about the Irish character, I say look at the trees. Maimed, stark and misshapen, but ferociously tenacious.

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