For me to write I have to be, a, alone, and b, know that nobody is going to question me. I write the way a thief steals; it's a little covert.
...people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for love too, only more so.
fear is a dreadful drawback because it stops us living in the moment.
It's not the vote women need, we should be armed.
I have some women friends but I prefer men. Dont trust women. There is a built-in competition between women.
I always want to be in love, always. It's like being a tuning fork.
I am not kind, I cut people off as with shears and I drop them like nettles.
There are times when the thing we are seeing changes before our very eyes, and if it is a landscape we praise nature, and if it is celestial we invoke God, but if it is a loved one who defects, we excuse ourselves and say we have to be somewhere and are already late for our next appointment. We do not stay to put pennies over the half-dead eyes.
What we forgot as children is that our parents are children, also. The child in them has not been satisfied or met or loved, often.
Writing is like carrying a fetus.
Books everywhere. On the shelves and on the small space above the rows of books and all along the floor and under chairs, books that I have read, books that I have not read.
I did not sleep. I never do when I am over-happy, over-unhappy, or in bed with a strange man.
IT WAS TESS who told me about the crowd going to the all-night dance. We'd been school friends. We'd picked mushrooms and pretended to have seen a big ship. She had got married since I went away; it was a made match, a man from the midlands, a Donal, who had worked in a garage but took to farming, out all day, draining fields and callows so that he could till them and sow corn.
We hide the truer part of ourselves when we love.
I crossed the room, and what you did was to feel my hair over and over again and in different ways, touch it, with the palm of your hand... felt it, strands of hair, with your fingers, touched it as if it were cloth, the way a child touches its favorite surfaces.
You have to be lonely to be a writer
Recollection is not something that I can summon up, it simply comes and I am the servant of it.
Cities, in many ways, are the best repositories for a love affair. You are in a forest or a cornfield, you are walking by the seashore, footprint after footprint of trodden sand, and somehow the kiss or the spoken covenant gets lost in the vastness and indifference of nature. In a city there are places to remind us of what has been.
literature is the last banquet between minds.
I am obsessive, also I am industrious. Besides, the time when you are most alive and most aware is in childhood and one is trying to recapture that heightened awareness.
Countries are either mothers or fathers, and engender the emotional bristle secretly reserved for either sire.
All my life I had feared imprisonment, the nun's cell, the hospital bed, the places where one faced the self without distraction, without the crutches of other people.
never forget this moment, the hum of the bee, the saffron threads of the flower, the drawn blinds, nature's assiduousness and human cruelty.
I was lonelier than I should be, for a woman in love, or half in love.
In every question and every remark tossed back and forth between lovers who have not played out the last fugue, there is one question and it is this: Is there someone new?
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