“But this upland pass was the right place for remembering how, when I was young, I learned to feel for the harshness underneath every soft appearance.” — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
Novels are completed when they are finished, but the memoir changes its own conclusion by virtue of being written... I was not at all… — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
Lovers are allowed to be as cruel as anything to the one who dissappoints them. — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
If there were nothing else, reading would--obviously--be worth living for. — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
“...Though it seemed trivial, now, to describe a place as if what is was, was what I could see of it.” — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
..though silence must add intensity to your intimate moments, it must also shrivel your soul to lie beside someone who doesn't talk to you. — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
“States have no goodness. They suppress these villains here and promote those villains there, with no aim but self-aggrandizement.” — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
“...when I was young, I learned to feel for the harshness under every soft appearance.” — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
“I tried not to think about it. But every so often it would burst out of me - why did he do something so… — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
My life burned inside me. Even such as it was, it was the only record of me, and it was my only creation, and… — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
I did believe, from my experience of life and of looking at the world, that men hated women. — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
“There was nothing between the man and me - - nothing, not even liking. But because of the memory of some wholeness, or the… — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
