“Cornelius and Iggy were in the final round and their opponents, who were from the city, displeased and spiteful, not a sound… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
IT WAS TESS who told me about the crowd going to the all-night dance. We'd been school friends. We'd picked mushrooms and… — Edna O'Brien All night Copy Share Image
shadows of love, inebriations of love, foretastes of love, trickles of love, but never yet the one true love. — Edna O'Brien Inebriation Copy Share Image
In a way Winter is the real Spring - the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature. — Edna O'Brien Happens Copy Share Image
“the lonely evening sound of the mothers, saying it is not our fault that we weep so, it is nature’s fault that… — Edna O'Brien Nature Copy Share Image
Irish? In truth I would not want to be anything else. It is a state of mind as well as an actual… — Edna O'Brien Country 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 Giving Copy Share Image
“Michael, my darling light. Be sure to have Masses said for the repose of his soul and for us. Your loving mother,… — Edna O'Brien Loving mother 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 Book Copy Share Image
never forget this moment, the hum of the bee, the saffron threads of the flower, the drawn blinds, nature's assiduousness and human… — Edna O'Brien Bees Copy Share Image
Recollection is not something that I can summon up, it simply comes and I am the servant of it. — Edna O'Brien I can 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
There was I, devouring books and yet allowing a man who had never read a book to walk me home for a… — Edna O'Brien Book Copy Share Image
“Oh dark woman With a shawl and ribs I could have served him better With my shanties. But men do love the… — Edna O'Brien Dark Copy Share Image
I have always espoused chastity except when one can no longer resist the temptation. — Edna O'Brien Chastity Copy Share Image
“Brush those tears from your eyes And try and realize That from now on I'll always be true. I went away But… — Edna O'Brien Ur Eyes Copy Share Image
I did not sleep. I never do when I am over-happy, over-unhappy, or in bed with a strange man. — Edna O'Brien Bed Copy Share Image
“her husband a grown man, afraid to sleep alone in his own house, he who for many a year struck terror into… — Edna O'Brien Fear Copy Share Image
For me to write I have to be, a, alone, and b, know that nobody is going to question me. I write… — Edna O'Brien Covert Copy Share Image
“She knows Con’s habits, piling on turf and logs, mad for the big blaze, reckless with firewood like there was no tomorrow.” — Edna O'Brien Habits Copy Share Image
“a mammy’s boy who never married and who keeps a shotgun in case of trespassers, but loves his trees, loves his woodland,… — Edna O'Brien Trees Copy Share Image
“I wish you’d come for six months. I seem to have got a big burst of energy writing this whereas sometimes I… — Edna O'Brien Different places Copy Share Image
