Anne Enright

“Val is a bachelor farmer in his seventies, so he should, by rights, be half mad.”

“Her past is behind her, her future is of little concern. She moves towards the grave, at her own speed.”

“I must console him for the distance we have moved from the place where he stopped.”

“A drinker does not exist. Whatever they say, it is just the drink talking”

“За това си мислех, ... че живея живота си в кавички. Мога да си взема ключовете и да се прибера "у дома", където ще "правя секс" с "моя съпруг" - както правят сума ти хора. И както правя аз от сума ти години. И не обръщах внимание на кавичките, нито забелязвах, че живея в тях ...”

“I think I am ready for that. I think I am ready to be met.”

“We have lost the art of public tenderness, these small gestures of wiping and washing; we have forgotten how abjectly the body welcomes a formal touch.”

“Cats, I always think, only jump into your lap to check if you are cold enough, yet, to eat.”

“Description is hard. Remember that all description is an opinion about the world. Find a place to stand.”

“Jej błękit zajął miejsce w szarych zakamarkach jego mózgu i pozostał tam do końca życia”

“I am interested in silences”

“There is something wonderful about a death, how everything shuts down, and all the ways you thought you were vital are not even vaguely important. Your husband can feed the kids, he can work the new oven, he can find the sausages in the fridge, after all. And his important meeting was not important, not in the slightest. And the girls will be picked up from school, and dropped off again in the morning. Your eldest daughter can remember her inhaler, and your youngest will take her gym kit with her, and it is just as you suspected - most of the stuff that you do is just stupid, really stupid, most of the stuff you do is just nagging and whining and picking up for people who are too lazy to love you.”

“Has the rain a father...What womb brings forth the ice?- Job: 38”

“Imagine that you are dying. If you had a terminal disease would you ­finish this book? Why not? The thing that annoys this 10-weeks-to-live self is the thing that is wrong with the book. So change it. Stop arguing with yourself. Change it. See? Easy. And no one had to die.”

“There are long stretches of time when I don't know what I am doing,or what I have done - nothing mostly, but sometimesit would be nice to know what kind of nothing that was...”

“Nothing had happened yet in my life except the need to get out of it.”

“I do not think we remember our family in any real sense. We live in them instead”

“I do not believe in evil- I believe that we are human and fallible, that we things and spoil them in an ordinary way.”

“We do not always like the people we love- we do not always have that choice.”

“You can not libel the dead, I think, you can only console them.”

“I see her on a Sunday after lunch, and we spend a pleasant afternoon, and when I leave I find she has run through me like water.”

“There are so few people given us to love. I want to tell my daughters this, that each time you fall in love it is important, even at nineteen. Especially at nineteen. And if you can, at nineteen, count the people you love on one hand, you will not, at forty, have run out of fingers on the other. There are so few people given us to love and they all stick.”

“the kind of person took milk in his tea on one day and decided against it on the next.”

“And, in fact, this is the tale that I would love to write: history is such a romantic place, with its jarveys and urchins and side-buttoned boots. If it would just stay still, I think, and settle down. If it would just stop sliding around in my head.”

“I have no place left to live but in my own heart.”

“And what amazes me as I hit the motorway is not the fact that everyone loses someone, but that everyone loves someone. It seems like such a massive waste of energy -- and we all do it, all the people beetling along between the white lines, merging, converging, overtaking. We each love someone, even though they will die. And we keep loving them, even when they are not there to love any more. And there is no logic or use to any of this, that I can see.”

“Because a mother's love is God's greatest joke. And besides - who is to say what is the first and what is the final cause?-that I was living my life in inverted commas. I could pick up my keys and go 'home' where I could 'have sex' with my 'husband' just like lots of other people did. And I didn't seem to mind the inverted commas...This is how we all survive. We default to the oldest scar.So I left the house with a howl of regret for all I had been denied, though there was nothing there I actually wanted. I wanted out of there, that was all. I wanted a larger life.My children are of a different breed. They seem to grow like plants, to be made of twig and blossom and not of meat.There are long stretches of time when I don't know what I am doing, or what I have done - nothing mostly, but sometimes it would be nice to know what kind of nothing that was...I try not to drink before half past five, but I always do drink - from the top of the wine bottle to the last, little drop. It is the only way I know to make the day end.”

“They are surprisingly tall--eight-year-olds. They are surprisingly like real people. Of course your own babies are always real to you, they are all there from the word go, but even strangers' children look like proper people by the aged of eight...”

“People do not change, they are merely revealed.”