Yeah, but for me, see, Jack was everything. I was alive again, I mattered. So after that I was polite. Polite? Oh, you mean with— It was all about keeping Jack safe. Was it agonizingly hard to be, as...
We Irish have a gift for resignation. Or, put another way, fatalism.
Was that hard-hearted? Well, so what if it was. She'd been through enough to harden anyone. It was none of her choosing; all she'd done was clung on to her life like a spar from a shipwreck. Better to...
The watch has altered the situation that's being watched.
So then she took me home, or I took her home, or we were both somehow taken to the closest thing.
May there be no frost on your potatoes, nor worms in your cabbage.
It;s called a flea market, because they sell old things that might have fleas living in them.
It was like wanting ice cream instead of meat loaf, and being told that children in refugee camps would be grateful for the meat loaf. Yes, of course she had nothing to complain about, compared to so...
It does sometimes seem as if the nineteenth century hasn’t reached this part of the world yet. He
I was tired, she says. I made a mistake.You’re not tired anymore?She doesn’t say anything. Then she says, I am. But it’s OK.
I think is man talk for .
I have tried to use memory and invention together, like two hands engaged in the same muddy work of digging up the past.
Don’t worry about it. She keeps saying that but I don’t know to not worry. I
Daffy had stopped talking, without her noticing. It was if he'd run out of words. He did a peculiar thing, then; he reached out and touched Mary's cheekbone; lightly, as if he was brushing away a spec...
And why must it always be presumed that a woman's views are based on personal considerations?
A strident female voice causes men's ears to close.
So they're fake?No, no. Stories are a different kind of true.I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened. Then we go out the door.
Taking the killers, always two at night because she says pain is like water, it spreads out as soon as she lies down. She
[She] was easy to enjoy but hard to know....It’s unbearable, the not knowing.
Your body - every body is a marvel. A wonder of creation. [...] The day your first opened your eyes, Anna, God asked just one thing: that you live.