“But we want young men. Romance. Love and things," I said, despondently.” — Edna O'Brien Love Copy Share Image
Wherever there were horses or ponies the mushrooms always sprang up. — Edna O'Brien Horse Copy Share Image
“She was happy I was home, I would come often, I would be company,” — Edna O'Brien Business Copy Share Image
never forget this moment, the hum of the bee, the saffron threads of the flower, the drawn blinds, nature's assiduousness and human… — Edna O'Brien Bees Copy Share Image
“the lonely evening sound of the mothers, saying it is not our fault that we weep so, it is nature’s fault that… — Edna O'Brien Nature Copy Share Image
Recollection is not something that I can summon up, it simply comes and I am the servant of it. — Edna O'Brien I can Copy Share Image
“pouring her troubles out in order for her daughter to know the deep things, the wounds she had to bear:” — Edna O'Brien Children Copy Share Image
“tears running down her cheeks and her nose, tears from the cold and the prospect of being absent for weeks.” — Edna O'Brien Heart Copy Share Image
For me to write I have to be, a, alone, and b, know that nobody is going to question me. I write… — Edna O'Brien Covert Copy Share Image
“She knows Con’s habits, piling on turf and logs, mad for the big blaze, reckless with firewood like there was no tomorrow.” — Edna O'Brien Firewood Copy Share Image
“remember love is all bull, the only true love is that between mother and child.” — Edna O'Brien Children Copy Share Image
“Silage making is more practical than saving hay. When you watch an animal die you think how sad it must be to… — Edna O'Brien Animal Copy Share Image
“they don’t talk at all only fight, the mother’s will was unclear, Edward got a field up the Commons that William wanted… — Edna O'Brien Dirty work Copy Share Image
“It is impossible to capture the essence of love in writing, only its symptoms remain, the erotic absorption, the huge disparity between… — Edna O'Brien Essence Copy Share Image
In every question and every remark tossed back and forth between lovers who have not played out the last fugue, there is… — Edna O'Brien Lasts Copy Share Image
Irish? In truth I would not want to be anything else. It is a state of mind as well as an actual… — Edna O'Brien Country Copy Share Image
“she sees her life pass before her in rapid succession, like clouds, different shapes and different colors, merging, passing into one another,… — Edna O'Brien Book Copy Share Image
“The night before I left home, there was the wake in our kitchen as was the custom for anyone going so far… — Edna O'Brien Left Home Copy Share Image
Books everywhere. On the shelves and on the small space above the rows of books and all along the floor and under… — Edna O'Brien Book Copy Share Image
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… — Edna O'Brien All night Copy Share Image
“laughter filling that end of the ward, overflowing, one bringing a chair for Eleanora, another a cup of coffee, marveling that at… — Edna O'Brien Heart Copy Share Image
Later as the day cools and they have gone in, the cry of the corncrake will carry across those same fields and… — Edna O'Brien Beautiful Copy Share Image
“FOR THREE NIGHTS in a row, Dilly has dreamed of Gabriel, a look of yearning on his face, the clothes hanging off… — Edna O'Brien Dreamed Copy Share Image
“that circular loop was fatal. Patsy giving them their Latin name, herpes zoster, describing how the pain attacked the line of the… — Edna O'Brien Heart Copy Share Image
“like a bell at the interval in the theater, and we all stood up and formed an orderly line to go in… — Edna O'Brien Last minute Copy Share Image
“Mr. Coaxyoram himself and many a young girl soft on him, but oh, what a gentleman and from a scion of gentlemen.… — Edna O'Brien Engagement ring Copy Share Image
“The curtain of worldly desire must be ripped in half and I must look into my own soul and overcome the pit… — Edna O'Brien Hell Copy Share Image
“On the island of tears, we were subjected to every kind of humiliation,” — Edna O'Brien Humiliation Copy Share Image
