“...silently gazing beneath the stars. And in that fall of light from heaven to earth perhaps all our stories were told, all… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“when summer was still a word plump and generous and there was actual sunshine and time was impossibly deliciously luxuriously long and… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“Fortunately, at that time, Ireland wasn’t in the world. So we weren’t in the World War. Old Roundrims came up with that.… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“Neither did she realise yet that grief is a kind of glue, too, that the essence of humanity is this empathy, and… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
We tell stories. We tell stories to pass the time, to leave the world for a while, or go more deeply into… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“It's because people are so perishable. That's the thing. Because for everyone you meet there is a last moment, there will be… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“That’s the thing about boys. Maybe just Irish boys. Boys have No Go Areas, they have an entire geography of places you can’t go… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“If I am alive this is my book, and my father lives now in the afterlife that is a book, a thing not vague… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“There was every reason to feel natural joy in the world, but for the one that makes it accessible. When your spirit is uneasy,… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
When my father first took me to Ennis Library I went down among the shelves and felt company, not only the company of writers,… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
When you’re different you’ve got two choices. You can stand out or you step back. — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“This is my father’s story. I am writing it to find him. But to get where you’re going, you have to first go backwards.… — niall williams Copy Share Image
We are our stories. We tell them to stay alive or keep alive those who only live now in the telling. — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“The skies we slept under were too uncertain for forecasts. They came and went on the moody gusts of the Atlantic, bringing half a… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“...silently gazing beneath the stars. And in that fall of light from heaven to earth perhaps all our stories were told, all actions of… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
“What is the meaning in anything? What is the use? Why don't you just burn the world up? Why don't you just decide that's… — Niall Williams Copy Share Image
