“He praised the mare and tugged at her ear. He flattered the cob as well, liking him suddenly; sorry for him because his plain looks concealed such a generous heart.” — Kate Thompson Copy Share Image
“There were always too many hours in the day and never enough in the night.” — Kate Thompson Copy Share Image
I came to writing because I joined the North Clare Writers' Workshop, which met every week at Ennistymon Library. — Kate Thompson Copy Share Image
I've always felt a bit hard done by in England - you know, I've won the Bisto three times in Ireland, but it has… — Kate Thompson Copy Share Image
You know yourself, once you've had the excitement of riding thoroughbreds, it's not very interesting riding anything else. But I still love horses; I… — Kate Thompson Copy Share Image
What I tend to get from America is very enthusiastic letters and e-mail from librarians and schoolteachers, the gatekeepers, though I hesitate to use… — Kate Thompson Copy Share Image
I am political. But not politically active. I'm not my dad. I'll never write polemic, as he did. — Kate Thompson Copy Share Image
“The realization had brought with it a sudden stark insight into another kind of glamour. It was quite a long time ago now, but… — Kate Thompson Copy Share Image
“There was no moon, no stars, but even the darkest of nights steals light from somewhere.” — Kate Thompson Copy Share Image
I find it very difficult to say no when I'm in Ireland. You do end up going around doing lots of events and things… — Kate Thompson Copy Share Image
Writers want publicity all the time, and they are always nagging their agents and publishers to give them more publicity, but, when you get… — Kate Thompson Copy Share Image
“It was essential that someone, somewhere, even if it was only the fairy folk, should know that the human race had produced more than… — Kate Thompson Copy Share Image
What I do find enormously gratifying is the reviews my books get from the American press. They are so on the ball compared to… — Kate Thompson Copy Share Image
