I value mothers and motherhood enormously. For every inattentive or abusive mother in my fiction I think you'll find a dozen or so who are neither. — William Trevor Copy Share Image
“She is embarrassed to be alive and no one on earth can fully console her.” — William Trevor Copy Share Image
People like me write because otherwise we are pretty inarticulate. Our articulation is our writing. — William Trevor Copy Share Image
“Miss Clerricot blushes most charmingly and raises a hand to cover a portion of her countenance. It is a shame, this ill-feeling that exists… — William Trevor Copy Share Image
“I have never believed in the axiom that a writer should first and foremost write about what he knows. I think it’s a piece… — William Trevor Copy Share Image
“You can’t apply academic rules to art of any kind. As soon as you begin to have rules, you begin to say, “Well, it works like this: A plus B equals C,” and then you’re absolutely, perfectly lost. You have to take the chance! You’re gambling all the time, sometimes with no idea if a story works. But the alarming… — William Trevor Copy Share
“He was an old hand at the Camp now, his hollow countenance and the intensity of his averted gaze familiar to all who came and went around him. Some had carried to other camps a description of his lanky, quiet presence, had spoken of his strangeness, his regular, lone attendance before the chapel statue. He had made no friends, but… — William Trevor Copy Share
“It should be an explosion of truth. Its strength lies in what it leaves out just as much as what it puts in, if… — William Trevor Copy Share Image
“Would he ever, he wondered, escape from people who banged on the doors he locked to demand his egress?” — William Trevor Copy Share Image
“Studdy was thinking that the creature was an animal; he was saying to himself that it was surely in error that she had become… — William Trevor Copy Share Image
“The past has no belongings. The past does not obligingly absorb what is not wanted.” — William Trevor Copy Share Image
I get melancholy if I don't [write]. I need the company of people who don't exist. — William Trevor Copy Share Image