I haven't really written my plays and books - I've heard them. The stories are there already, singing in your genes and in your blood. — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“As I do not seem able much to heal, then maybe I can simply be a responsible witness to the miracle of the ordinary… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“In the darkness as we lie side by side John Cole's left hand snakes over under the sheets and takes a hold of my… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“His people had hogs there till the bottom fell out of hogs. The bottom was always falling out of something in America far as… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“Spring comes into Massachusetts with her famous flame. God’s breath warming the winter out of things” — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
And whatever my life had been up to that day, it was another life after that. And that is the gospel truth. — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“The knives opened the flesh like they were painting paintings of a new country, sheer plains of dark land, with the red rivers bursting… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“I suppose therefore God is the connoisseur of filthied hearts and souls, and can see the old, the first pattern in them, and cherish… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“There is a craziness in it all that betokens a kind of delicious freedom. Notions are cast off. If only for a moment. They… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
He loved telling stories. He had been everywhere in the world. The northwest frontier, the landscape of the Hindu Kush, was one of the… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“Our smiles mostly for each other, and every stranger a possible demon or bear, till they proved otherwise” — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“It is always worth itemizing happiness, there is so much of the other thing in a life, you had better put down the markers… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
“I wonder if I were to have an X-ray at the little hospital, would the machine see my grief? Is it like rust, arheum… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
