Each family functions in their own way, by rules reinvented daily. The strangeness of each of us is somehow accommodated so that… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“He had been there long enough to have treated most of their fathers and mothers, many grandfathers and grandmothers too, and recognise… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“There were families everywhere, loose loud chains of them wandering down the streets, in and out of shops, young children with rings… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“That’s the thing about boys. Maybe just Irish boys. Boys have No Go Areas, they have an entire geography of places you can’t go… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“If I am alive this is my book, and my father lives now in the afterlife that is a book, a thing not vague or virtual but something you can hold and feel and smell because to my mind heaven like life must be a thing sensual and real. And my book will be a river and have the Salmon… — Niall Williams Copy Share
“There was every reason to feel natural joy in the world, but for the one that makes it accessible. When your spirit is uneasy,… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
When my father first took me to Ennis Library I went down among the shelves and felt company, not only the company of writers,… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
When you’re different you’ve got two choices. You can stand out or you step back. — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“This is my father’s story. I am writing it to find him. But to get where you’re going, you have to first go backwards.… — niall williams Copy Share Image
We are our stories. We tell them to stay alive or keep alive those who only live now in the telling. — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“The skies we slept under were too uncertain for forecasts. They came and went on the moody gusts of the Atlantic, bringing half a… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“...silently gazing beneath the stars. And in that fall of light from heaven to earth perhaps all our stories were told, all actions of… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“What is the meaning in anything? What is the use? Why don't you just burn the world up? Why don't you just decide that's all the use that world was, I'll make another one. I'll learn from my mistakes. I'll make a better one. Because in this one you've messed up. You've messed up badly. Has anyone told you that?… — Niall Williams Copy Share
