To live with the work and the letters of James Joyce was an enormous privilege and a daunting education. Yes, I came… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
IT WAS TESS who told me about the crowd going to the all-night dance. We'd been school friends. We'd picked mushrooms and… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
There was I, devouring books and yet allowing a man who had never read a book to walk me home for a… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
I did not sleep. I never do when I am over-happy, over-unhappy, or in bed with a strange man. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
I have some women friends but I prefer men. Don't trust women. There is a built-in competition between women. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
I have some women friends but I prefer men. Dont trust women. There is a built-in competition between women. — 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
