There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water - it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream.

I don't really know what an adverb is. A dangling participle? That sounds really rude. I don't know what character is, really. Plot seems vaguely juvenile to me. It's all about language, it's all about how you apply it to the page.

Anakana Schofield is part of a new wave of wonderful Irish fiction-international in scope and electrically alive.

Where happiness was not a possibility, the illusion of it was always more important.

I have the most charmed, most - I feel entirely blessed and lucky that I have the life that I have.

The tunnels of our lives connect, coming to daylight at the oddest moments, and then plunge us into the dark again. We return to the lives of those who have gone before us, a perplexing möbius strip until we come home, eventually, to ourselves.

We have to listen to other people's stories. That's the thing. And that's the only way that we eventually get to know ourselves.