“Strindberg came to the rescue. Why, he had asked her, did every woman he ever met have to bring her bloody mother… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
“A work is completed without deference to a husband, an absurd epic of maudlin childhood is about to be sent to a… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
“her husband a grown man, afraid to sleep alone in his own house, he who for many a year struck terror into… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
“I don’t call it hate . . . I call it an awakening . . . you were the girl I chose, pure, loyal, untainted, an exemplary wife,… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
... a country encapsulates our childhood and those lanes, byres, fields, flowers, insects, suns, moons and stars are forever reoccurring. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
I crossed the room, and what you did was to feel my hair over and over again and in different ways, touch it, with… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
Ordinary life bypassed me, but I also bypassed it. It couldn't have been any other way.Conventional life and conventional people are not for me. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
History is said to be written by the victors. Fiction, by contrast, is largely the work of injured bystanders. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
“A healer! The beauty of the word a balm. In a mounting astonishment she hears how this man heals with his own blood, pricks… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
“If I could feel like myself I’d thank God but I don’t feel and never will.” — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
...people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for love too,… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
