“I see, I tell him, looking from him to Rachel and again to him. Then I turn to look for what it… — Joseph O'Neill Copy Share Image
Novel-writing is a bit like deception. You lie as little as you possibly can. That's the way I do it, anyway. — Joseph O'Neill Books Copy Share Image
“Life itself had become disembodied. My family, the spine of my days, had crumbled. I was lost in invertebrate time.” — Joseph O'Neill Chaos Copy Share Image
“...even my work, the largest of the pots and pans I'd placed under my life's leaking ceiling, had become to small to… — Joseph O'Neill Depression Copy Share Image
I have been to Turkey almost every summer holiday of my life and pretty much only on summer holidays, which makes me… — Joseph O'Neill Holiday Copy Share Image
I think if you're writing about cricket, you're obviously writing about power, because cricket is such a loaded sport, much more so… — Joseph O'Neill Copy Share Image
“It was the kind of barbarously sticky American afternoon that made me yearn for the shadows cast by scooting summer clouds in… — Joseph O'Neill Moon Copy Share Image
I'm completely cricketed out. If I never have to write another word about cricket again, I'll be a happy man. — Joseph O'Neill Cricket Copy Share Image
Perhaps the relevant truth is that we all find ourselves in temporal currents and that unless you're paying attention you'll discover, often… — Joseph O'Neill Attention Copy Share Image
We are in the realm not of logic but of wistfulness, and I must maintain that wistfulness is a respectable, serious condition.… — Joseph O'Neill Copy Share Image
I think you sense the metaphorical resonance of what you're writing without analysing it too carefully. That leads you down dead ends.… — Joseph O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Each of her soothing utterances battered me more grievously than the last—as if I were traveling in a perverse ambulance whose function… — Joseph O'Neill Heart Copy Share Image
“The yellow commuter train ran through canal-crossed fields as dull as graph paper. Always one saw evidence of the tiny brick houses… — Joseph O'Neill Angst Copy Share Image
When I read James Joyce, I'm not really interested in the Dublin of 1904. I'm interested in being in the presence of… — Joseph O'Neill Authenticity Copy Share Image
“As I repeatedly went forth with him and began to understand the ignorance and contradictions and language difficulties with which he contended,… — Joseph O'Neill History Copy Share Image
“...only a lunatic would fail to distinguish between himself and his representative self. This banal distinction may be most obvious in the… — Joseph O'Neill Copy Share Image
The greater the novel, the more it is apt to embody the special, non-replicable properties of the written medium. — Joseph O'Neill Books Copy Share Image
One of the great pluses of being an immigrant is you get to start again in terms of your identity. You get… — Joseph O'Neill Identity Copy Share Image
“people in new york are authorized by convention to snoop around and mentally measure and pass comment on any real estate they're… — Joseph O'Neill Authorized Copy Share Image
Sometimes to walk in shaded parts of Manhattan is to be inserted into a Magritte: the street is night while the sky… — Joseph O'Neill Magritte Copy Share Image
It won't be long before we'll be deafened by the screeches of whistles being blown by whistle-blowers blowing the whistle on themselves. — Joseph O'Neill Copy Share Image
