“The hero's light sprang from his forehead, long and thick as a warrior's whetstone, long as a prow, and he clattered with rage as he wielded the shields, urging his charioteer on and raining stones on the massed army. Then… — Ciarán Carson Copy Share Image
How do you say a thing at all, at the end of the day? How do you say what’s in your mind? And as… — Ciaran Carson Copy Share Image
“There are three points about stories: if told, they like to be heard; if heard, they like to be taken in; and if taken… — Ciarán Carson Copy Share Image
“The hero's light sprang from his forehead, long and thick as a warrior's whetstone, long as a prow, and he clattered with rage as… — Ciarán Carson Copy Share Image
Where am I coming from? Where am I going? A fusillade of question marks. — Ciaran Carson Copy Share Image
There's a whole language out there, and one's role as a writer is to stumble around in it. — Ciaran Carson Copy Share Image
I am reminded, now, of Leonardo's advice to painters: You should fix your eyes, he says, on certain walls stained with damp. You will… — Ciaran Carson Copy Share Image
“I think a writer should always be surprised; and the more I write, the more it seems that the language itself, when explored with… — Ciaran Carson Copy Share Image
