Do you come to art to be comforted, or do you come to art to be re-skinned?

The whole point is, we can forget. It’s important that we forget some things. Otherwise we’d go round the world carrying a hodload of stuff we just don’t need.

Nothing is harmful to literature except censorship, and that almost never stops literature going where it wants to go either, because literature has a way of surpassing everything that blocks it and growing stronger for the exercise.

Oh. To be filled with goodness then shattered by goodness, so beautifully mosaically fragmented by such shocking goodness.

Stella Duffy is a writer who never lets you down.

I want to be bored. But I can't. But I really don't want to be this thing that I'm having to be instead of being bored.

The head has its confines. The head’s got those all right, and the heart. The heart has its reasons.