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
Lovers are allowed to be as cruel as anything to the one who dissappoints them. — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share
If there were nothing else, reading would--obviously--be worth living for. — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share
“...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
..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
“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
“...when I was young, I learned to feel for the harshness under every soft appearance.” — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share
“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
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
I did believe, from my experience of life and of looking at the world, that men hated women. — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share
“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
“What makes a woman into a doormat? What makes her see some quite ordinary other person as a looming Goliath? And are not these… — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share
“But you know, there's one simple thing I see absolutely clearly, now that I am so very old. I looked at her. The Albert… — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share
