I am a trembling mess from hip to knee. There is a terrible heat, a looseness in my innards that makes me want to dig my fists between my thighs. It is a confusing feeling - somewhere between diarrhoea and… — Anne Enright Copy Share Image
Story is about pulling the reader in and a plot is a more externalized mechanism of revelation. A plot is more antic, more performative,… — Anne Enright Copy Share Image
I am interested in levels of brain discourse. How articulate are the voices in your head? You know, there's a different voice for the… — Anne Enright Copy Share Image
I have a small room to write in. One wall is completely covered in books. And I face the window with the curtain closed… — Anne Enright Copy Share Image
I do not think we remember our family in any real sense. We live in them instead — Anne Enright Copy Share Image
I do not believe in evil- I believe that we are human and fallible, that we things and spoil them in an ordinary way. — Anne Enright Copy Share Image
“Val is a bachelor farmer in his seventies, so he should, by rights, be half mad.” — Anne Enright Copy Share Image
Sometimes I will spend two or three days not speaking to anyone outside of the immediate family when they come home, and then I… — Anne Enright Copy Share Image
God, I hate my family, these people I never chose to love, but love all the same. — Anne Enright Copy Share Image
I find being Irish quite a wearing thing. It takes so much work because it is a social construction. People think you are going… — Anne Enright Copy Share Image
The writing day can be, in some ways, too short, but it's actually a long series of hours, for months at a time, and… — Anne Enright Copy Share Image
