I am obsessive, also I am industrious. Besides, the time when you are most alive and most aware is in childhood and one is trying to recapture that heightened awareness.
My hand does the work and I don't have to think; in fact, were I to think, it would stop the flow. It's like a dam in the brain that bursts.
Writing is like carrying a fetus.
I have some women friends but I prefer men. Don't trust women. There is a built-in competition between women.
When anyone asks me about the Irish character, I say look at the trees. Maimed, stark and misshapen, but ferociously tenacious.
Inebriations of love, shadows of love, fantasies of love, but never yet the one true love
I'm an Irish Catholic and I have a long iceberg of guilt
The vote means nothing to women. We should be armed.
In every question and every remark tossed back and forth between lovers who have not played out the last fugue, there is one question and it is this: ''Is there someone new?''
Recollection is not something that I can summon up, it simply comes and I am the servant of it.
Writers really live in the mind and in hotels of the soul.
Love . . . is like nature, but in reverse; first it fruits, then it flowers, then it seems to wither, then it goes deep, deep down into its burrow, where no one sees it, where it is lost from sight, and ultimately people die with that secret buried inside their souls.
Writers are always anxious, always on the run--from the telephone, from responsibilities, from the distractions of the world.
The vote, I thought, means nothing to women, we should be armed.
Oh, God, who does not exist, you hate women, otherwise you'd have made them different. And Jesus, who snubbed your mother, you hate them more.