Movie people are possessed by demons, but a very low form of demons. — Edna O'Brien Demon Copy Share Image
If the Holy Communion touched my teeth, I thought that was a mortal sin — Edna O'Brien Communion Copy Share Image
Writers, however mature and wise and eminent, are children at heart. — Edna O'Brien Child at heart Copy Share Image
“remember love is all bull, the only true love is that between mother and child.” — Edna O'Brien Children Copy Share Image
My hand does the work and I don't have to think; in fact, were I to think, it would stop the flow.… — Edna O'Brien Brain Copy Share Image
I have some women friends but I prefer men. Dont trust women. There is a built-in competition between women. — Edna O'Brien Built Copy Share Image
Ideally I'd like to spend two evenings a week talking to Proust and another conversing with the Holy Ghost. — Edna O'Brien Evening Copy Share Image
After that dark woman you search for someone who will fit into the irregular corners of your heart. — Edna O'Brien Dark Copy Share Image
That is the mystery about writing: it comes out of afflictions, out of the gouged times, when the heart is cut open. — Edna O'Brien Affliction Copy Share Image
I have some women friends but I prefer men. Don't trust women. There is a built-in competition between women. — Edna O'Brien Between Copy Share Image
“Your brother says he will sever all ties with us unless we do as he asks and sign Rusheen over to him.” — Edna O'Brien Brother Copy Share Image
I am obsessive, also I am industrious. Besides, the time when you are most alive and most aware is in childhood and… — Edna O'Brien Alive Copy Share Image
“Fiction should be in its way subversive. I don't think books should be neat or gentle or genteel or comforting. I think… — Edna O'Brien Books 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 Bed Copy Share Image
“thanking them for coming, and reminding Con to give the dog a bit of something when he gets home late, she forgets… — Edna O'Brien Forgets Copy Share Image
“Strindberg came to the rescue. Why, he had asked her, did every woman he ever met have to bring her bloody mother… — Edna O'Brien Every woman Copy Share Image
“Solveig was higher up than me. She had a white apron. She was the cook. Sieving and singing hymns that her pastor… — 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… — Edna O'Brien Beauty Copy Share Image
“A work is completed without deference to a husband, an absurd epic of maudlin childhood is about to be sent to a… — Edna O'Brien Marriage Copy Share Image
Life, after all, was a secret with the self. The more one gave out, the less there remained for the center--that center… — Edna O'Brien Cherries Copy Share Image
“I could feel she was angry with me because of my gawkiness, because of my accent and my oilskin bag, bound with… — Edna O'Brien Cousin Copy Share Image
“She had eloped in a trance, in haste, her docility a mask, a thousand hers revolting within herself and toward him. Yet… — Edna O'Brien Lasting love Copy Share Image
“I cannot be certain what I would have said. I knew that there was something sad and faintly distasteful about love's ending,… — Edna O'Brien Love Copy Share Image
“Wakened one morning in some dive to know the game was up. Nausea, the shivers, the disease that bums, stevedores, poets, and… — Edna O'Brien Poetry Copy Share Image
“Is that Rococo, Pascal?” Chrissie said as she stood by the missus’s desk, peering into the nests of pigeonholes and cubbies. “Oh,… — Edna O'Brien Love letters Copy Share Image
There are times when the thing we are seeing changes before our very eyes, and if it is a landscape we praise… — Edna O'Brien Appointments 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 Care Copy Share Image
“Oh Father, oh Mother, forgive us, for we know not what we do.” — Edna O'Brien Forgive Copy Share Image
I was lonelier than I should be, for a woman in love, or half in love. — Edna O'Brien Half Copy Share Image
