He slept that night thinking of loves and lighthouses. That one love might shine to bring all loves home. — Jamie O'Neill Copy Share Image
The four cautions: Beware a woman in front of you, beware a horse behind of you, beware a cart beside of you, and beware… — Jamie O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Will I begin it? said Doyler laughing. That's all that's in it, he laughing said. Oh sure that grin. Oh sure that wonderful saucerful grin. Jim sat on the grass and he plucked at the blades. He knew for certain sure that Doyler would be turning from him again. He said, You'll be walking away from me soon, won't you… — Jamie O'Neill Copy Share
It was true what Jim said, this wasn’t the end but the beginning. But the wars would end one day and Jim would come then, to the island they would share. One day surely the wars would end, and Jim would come home, if only to lie broken in MacMurrough’s arms, he would come to his island home. And MacMurrough… — Jamie O'Neill Copy Share
“People thought tolerance was the opposite of intolerance. Whereas in fact it was some meaningless neutrality. A child, any child, growing up, discovering herself… — Jamie O'Neill Copy Share Image
“MacEmm, can I ask you? I don't know does it mean... does it mean anything with marrying, MacEmm? Doyler and me. " " No… — Jamie O'Neill Copy Share Image
If you carry the weather with you, then character is determined by the prevailing wind — Jamie O'Neill Copy Share Image
The people shall further be graded according to wealth, and—humorous touch this—the more obviously a man labor, the more stinting shall be his reward;… — Jamie O'Neill Copy Share Image
“MacMurrough shifted his gaze from the thick spittle-wet mouth and stared instead through the garden windows. What a dreary drunk he was. He recalled… — Jamie O'Neill Copy Share Image
Did you not look upon the world this morning and imagine it as the boy might see it? And did you not recognize the mist and the dew and the birdsong as elements not of a place or a time but of a spirit? And did you not envy the boy his spirit? For you know there can be no… — Jamie O'Neill Copy Share
“They do say money is the root of all evil." I thought that was supposed to be the love of money." There's neat for… — Jamie O'Neill Copy Share Image
I’m just thinking that would be pleasant. To be reading, say, out of a book, and you to come up and touch me – my neck, say, or my knee – and I’d carry on reading, I might let a smile, no more, wouldn’t lose my place on the page. It would be pleasant to come to that. We’d come… — Jamie O'Neill Copy Share
