...people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
“He never studied, not a paper, not a textbook . . . the books he reads are the people that come to him,” — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
She said the reason that love is so painful is that it always amounts to two people wanting more than two people… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
All my life I had feared imprisonment, the nun's cell, the hospital bed, the places where one faced the self without distraction,… — 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… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
The other me, who did not mean to drown herself, went under the sea and remained there for a long time. Eventually… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
There was always a real reason for everything - why spoons tarnished, and jam furred, and people declined into God, or drink,… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
I am not kind, I cut people off as with shears and I drop them like nettles. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
Love . . . is like nature, but in reverse; first it fruits, then it flowers, then it seems to wither, then… — 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
