“I make my way back whistling. Gerry nods towards Mrs Brady who is standing beside the trolleys. Morning, Mrs Brady, I say cheerfully. I push her provisions out to the car. Things are something terrible, she says. You can't trust… — Dermot Healy Copy Share Image
I write mostly in my office in the shed outside at home, but it can get very cold. I write best on the train,… — Dermot Healy Copy Share Image
“...and he suddenly opened his eyes and stared straight ahead into an empty space till slowly we returned into view. I can make small… — Dermot Healy Copy Share Image
“There is nothing more awkward to look at, said Joejoe, than peasants in suits. They don't fit into them.” — Dermot Healy Copy Share Image
When I was 14 or 15, our teacher introduced us to Dickens' 'A Tale of Two Cities.' It was just for entertainment - we… — Dermot Healy Copy Share Image
There isn't any distinction between a reader and a writer - reading is so much a part of it. — Dermot Healy Copy Share Image
“I make my way back whistling. Gerry nods towards Mrs Brady who is standing beside the trolleys. Morning, Mrs Brady, I say cheerfully. I… — Dermot Healy Copy Share Image
“Jesus. I had a dream last night too. You had. I dreamt that my Grandma had just died yesterday. Dear God. And she had… — Dermot Healy Copy Share Image
