My life burned inside me. Even such as it was, it was the only record of me, and it was my only creation, and something in me would not accept that it was insignificant. — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
Novels are completed when they are finished, but the memoir changes its own conclusion by virtue of being written... I was not at all… — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
Lovers are allowed to be as cruel as anything to the one who dissappoints them. — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
If there were nothing else, reading would--obviously--be worth living for. — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
“...Though it seemed trivial, now, to describe a place as if what is was, was what I could see of it.” — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
..though silence must add intensity to your intimate moments, it must also shrivel your soul to lie beside someone who doesn't talk to you. — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
“States have no goodness. They suppress these villains here and promote those villains there, with no aim but self-aggrandizement.” — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
“...when I was young, I learned to feel for the harshness under every soft appearance.” — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
“I tried not to think about it. But every so often it would burst out of me - why did he do something so… — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
My life burned inside me. Even such as it was, it was the only record of me, and it was my only creation, and… — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
I did believe, from my experience of life and of looking at the world, that men hated women. — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
“There was nothing between the man and me - - nothing, not even liking. But because of the memory of some wholeness, or the… — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
