The miraculous intimacy we shared did not have the time to generate into resentful emotional bondage
Lucky people should hide. Pray the days of wrath do not visit their home.
Where would we be without it, memory? Well, it'll never die here. Never in this country. We feed it too well.
I want to know what's wrong with loving someone for life? Even when they're dead? What exactly is wrong with that? Why should I put him away, out of my mind? Like he's out of fashion. Does no one love...
The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword.
Life… has a way of testing the fault line
Men and women find all sorts of ways to be together, all sorts of ways. Yours was high and dangerous. Most of us stay on the lower paths.
My mother insured that a life of petty facts and dutiful farming was kept at bay by her passionate intensity, which nurtured the essential dreaminess of his nature
When boys called Bob and Bono would bring their own wild-rhythm celebration and the world would fall down in worshipful hallelujahs as it again acknowledged Ireland's capacity to create missionaries....
And if I was bewildered through those decades, totally bewildered, so was the country I came from. The majority, what was the phrase? 'Condemn utterly what is happening, this barbarity.' But that's al...
She's always loved writers, even more than the books I think. They're like personal friends to her.
When we mourn those who die young – those who have been robbed of time – we weep for lost joys. We weep for opportunities and pleasure we ourselves have never known. We feel sure that somehow that you...
