Cats, I always think, only jump into your lap to check if you are cold enough, yet, to eat.
Anne EnrightAnd, 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.
Anne EnrightI think writers worry that you might not exist in some strange way if you're not writing.
Anne Enright